He was sleeping.
A nightmare came.
"I lost it!" He said.
In the world of his dreams,
it seems as if river wasn't red.
He wake up and said,
"The night was dark!"
He had some scars and some marks.
( Karl marks)
He slept again
and dreamt again.
The night was dark.
He slept again
and dreamt again.
The night was dark.
But he lit a fire.
Dark night quenched the fire.
He slept again
and dreamt again.
The night was still dark.
He lit a fire.
The fire was strong.
Dark night couldn't rob his fire
(Robespierre)
"Combat" (Come bat)
Said the boy.
The boy was now dark knight in dark night.
- Author: Shoe (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 11th, 2022 10:50
- Category: Short story
- Views: 9
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