MY LAIR
My lair is so precious to me
I sit here in my lair everything is right
The candelabras shine so bright
The carpet is black as night
The walls are blood red
No light enters here, I worry not
It is perfect for my kind
There is a breeze just for me
It is night and time to hunt
But I wish not to leave my spot
I wait for my lord "Donavon" he comes for me
He shows me the way to survive out of my lair
I finally find a way to leave my lair
2007-08-31
02:49:16
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I wrote this when I was 13.
2007-09-02
17:57:05 ·
update #1