Tiny Book

Monday, May 12, 2014

Based off of Nebula Night's poem style thing

This is my favorite poem for some reason.



  Like one that on a lonesome road doth walk in fear and dread,
 And having once turned around walks on,
 And turns no more his head.
 Because he knows a frightful friend doth close behind him treads.





 

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