poem

twas the night befor christmas and all through QCDN, was a quiet comforting calm because no one would see Peregrine again. The kids within the flameboard, Spurting insults without care. Do so happily knowing, A reply from Pere will not be there. The dynamis threads are calming, with smiles...

Walking - Silent I walk, silently alone on that dark road. Not anything in sight, nothing but night. Black, raining, and now sadness. What's gone so wrong? I hear something, someone from behind me. Would be of no use to look now. Is being alone so bad? Poison...pulsing thru my veins...

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Christmas Poem TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A...