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A Stranger

  • Writer: poetryfortheinsane
    poetryfortheinsane
  • Apr 6, 2021
  • 1 min read

Take the chance, flip the coin.

Perhaps Fate will be kind.

All possibilities start with a Stranger

And a touch of Darkness, Mystery and Madness

Hiding behind his mask.


What does it matter

If we are drawn too close,

Like Icarus to the blazing Sun?

Our fall will still be glorious.

Wings and Smoke.

Flame and Fury.


So take the chance, flip the coin.

Perhaps Fate will be kind.

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