Goblin Siblings
Honey Lily's prospective
Hey, Dad.
Dad? The Green Goblin thought to himself.
I removed my fox mask, revealing myself to him.
Rubbing the back of my neck.
You are not my daughter
Even though, he had control over my father
What he said hurt me deeply,
My eyes turmed from honey to amber.
Why would you say something like that?
Is it because I sided with the enemy.
I'm sorry, if our paths diverted.
Removing my fox gloves tossing them near my mask
Both of my arms were being crystalized in purple Smithsonian.
Throwing punch after punch at blinding speed that look like they were catching on fire.