So here's another poem that I wrote, and it's called time deviltry. So I'm going to begin now. In the darkness, the clock strikes three. Travel through the time. The occultation begins where witches were burned. Their cries, their pain, their agony to be reborn. The death visited, the time arrived. Dark force had the power at souls sucked. They passed forwards to a lonely station. There stood people and children with souls consumed the aura, they sucked children's souls
Rocío (Ro) Christensen
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Wow. Such an eerie, creepy setting, but I love it. I'm so intrigued by this world that you're building. Thank you so much for sharing. I'm excited to hear more from