An amber- coloured sky, A floating shadow
With a scythe in hand and a raised hat in the other
“for I’m finally the victor…again-
One has finally released a soul”
That One, Covered in white attire
had always succeeded in keeping the other souls from me.
To talk of that One as I saw in his diary:
One grew up as humans do
One went to a school
One could have left the school
For the school was like my master, (My Master, War)
But for the hope, he wished to give to souls,
(That hope- I detest)
One became as the owl
With a lit candle in the whole black box
And the books opened.
I met him once when it was dark
His bulging eyes like an owl
Staring at words I never knew
Would become his power
He’s here now
Many colours of sky after
With that white attire of hope
Taking away what’s mine
Keeping the souls in the bodies
Yes! I hate him
He’s my enemy
And I’m not backing down from this battle
I know his name now
I heard these humans once
They called him Doctor
But to me
All I still see are those
Bulging eyes of the dark
Yes! I named him doctowl.
nifemie
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