Mystery - Poem by Elysia Palmer
A dark cloaked figurestanding in the corner of a dark room. few are strong enough to even attempt to approach him. Under his dark cloak is a secret. A secret kept rom the world the\at no one shall ever see. His red eyes glow behind the hood, the only thing to give way to the pressure of the public.
(This was actually a school assignment, same as Unfaithful, and Pain)
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