The Beginning of the End.

A wild spirit, cunning like a fox, The protagonist of tragedy, they called her, A thinker, stubborn like an ox. The protector of the worlds, they called him. His heart, a soft feather, Her brain, a stubborn weed. His carefully concealed naivety, Her obvious shrewd satire, Commenced the collision of the worlds. Her stubbornness toContinue reading “The Beginning of the End.”

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