#strange poet

[strange-poet]

The Touch Of The Grim

In my dreams, I see his face, cold and hollow. He speaks to me in a language foreign to me. His presence feels ancient, but his mannerisms felt modern, as if he is tied between The past and The present in an uncomfortable but perfect balance. I thought he'd be a skeleton, that everything he'd tough would die. But as time went on, I grew to realize the hollow face I saw before was nothing more than temporary. His face began to look just like mine, eyes the same Blue-ish Grey. As he reached out his hand to guide me to some mysterious place I would never know. I saw the blue hue in his hait. I realized something then. The Grim was not the call of death, but the call towards new beginnings. He represents the Past, The Present, and The Future. After this realization, I held his hand, and He guided me to a place that felt like home.

[strange-poet]

I'm so Ready for this!!!!

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Ready or Not, Here it comes...

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Somethings coming...stay tuned