Apparently my book collection writes really depressing poems. It's because I like mysteries so much.
Suffer the little children,
kissed a sad goodbye.
The war of the worlds,
when gods die.
Into the darkness
every living thing.
Through a glass, darkly,
now may you weep.
Haha - maybe I need to read more romances! That is downright gloomy.
Got any book poetry of your own?
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