Title: Untitled
Words: 100
Rating: G
A/N: Thought I'd try my hand at poetry. It's not great by any stretch of the imagination but here it is anyhow.
He huddled alone on the forest ground,
His breath puffing with each exhale.
He thought of his life,
So riddled with strife,
And wished Death did not hound.
As he sat there,
A bit of parchment spare,
Opened
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