• "the darkness"

    Darkness, is my place to stay
    Hidden in a big pile of hay.
    I sing
    To the ring
    Of the bells
    that yells.
    Yells out my name,
    Pouring it with shame.
    I’m waiting to take my first kill,
    Which will require some skill,
    But still…..
    I must obey the furies will.

    The shine of light is rare,
    Perhaps even to rare to share.
    Because of all the people, who are so fake,
    And they will only yell “piece of cake”.

    I’d rather stay here all alone,
    With my heart of stone.
    Instead of choosing a realm to rule,
    In the yards of the school.