hushed thorn
Once Upon a time,
On a midnight dreary,
There, sat a creature, not fine,
Who was Weak and weary.
All he wanted was forgiveness,
And he wanted love.
He felt Betrafulness,
He pondered, searching for love.
He had many friends,
He had many enemies,
He had trust in friends
He lost trust in enemies.
One day, he fought an enemy,
That enemy surrendered,
He still fought the Enemy,
Hatred in his eyes, Enemy wasn't heard.
Until he realized,
He was fighting his friend,
He cried, it was his prized,
Prized friend.
Sat in disbelief,
His friends took everything,
From his gold, even his leaves.
Until, there was nothing.
He sat down, feeling betrayed.
His heart sank deeper than the undergrowth,
Of a tree. He was afraid,
He gulps, saliva goes in his throat.
His enemy showed up.
He said,
“The best enemies,
Are your friends”...
sand trench