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Once Angered

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Ferelwing

Published: Dec 10, 2009

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Literature Text

Why did you dare come near me?
I know what you truly think
Try as you might to hide your fear I see
I will push you to the very brink

You fool you believe you're so much better
Who do you think you really are?
Too long have I heard you titter
Rue the day, you fallen star

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This was created for the DFC_Challenge [link] the prompt was "Anger"

Honestly, I have no idea why I thought of this but I really kinda of like it

The form I chose this time was a Lento [link]

I hope you enjoy it!