• Deaths whisper tickeling my neck
    Malice and scorn seen in my eyes
    Is this my destiny?
    My fate?
    The black hell hound bearing his teeth
    Ready to strike at a moments notice
    "Why?" I ask "Why must I bear whitenes to this monstrosity?
    This reched beast of whom bears his bloody red fangs."
    I may not know the future, but if thy past bringith thy dimise
    This be how it will end.

    ---by Chris Hale---