Many things lie under the surface.
Strage, Dark, and Murky.
Attacking all who pass
The surface is calm, peaceful, showing no signs of what is concealed
But
Death always awaits
Under the the surface
Strage, Dark, and Murky.
Attacking all who pass
The surface is calm, peaceful, showing no signs of what is concealed
But
Death always awaits
Under the the surface
What do you think of my poem? Any suggestions?
And yes, I realize that this is not related to pokemon. Don't flame.
~Shoyru1444