There is a path, That many has to thread; A path filled with uncertainty, That all people dread; They fear the monsters, that lurks in...

The love of a mother what can compare The pang of birth for you she bear Everything she gave both love and care For you she always have...

Contributed by ASHE. Brave Little Soldier Blow the trumpets now The coffin is ready The hearse is on its way

#PlotBunny. An attempt to write a poetic tragedy.