Notice of absence from Atticus_made
I will be gone for a small while, school is exhuasting and I have a lot of exams coming up as well, soon I will be posting again however!
I will be gone for a small while, school is exhuasting and I have a lot of exams coming up as well, soon I will be posting again however!
The man stood at the hall of mirrors,
his eyes a bright yellow,
from beneath his mask of a bird,
never one to say hello.
That beak a shiny as his shoes,
his words a soft ruse,
wrapping around ones neck like a noose,
his laughter sharp yet promising.
His words lay empty,
a promise yet to be fufilled,
never even lending a coin to share,
never one to care.
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atticus_made (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have been focusing a lot on this character from a game I have been interested in and thought to write an amateur poem
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments1
I thought that you might be referring to Allister Crowley nicely done
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