And then came the dark clouds again, and showered their rath up each and every city.This time, I knew not of my fertility but felt the power of a gem. It was him, my unborn son! His might of truth brought my world to darkness, and I was made once again a madman. In the city of the unseen, he had friends. Then came up this surface and made friends. They all sing same melody, dance same rhythm and match in a straight line. The denizens of the seen and unseen realms all hail his glory and rejoice; for a good friend of man has been conceived.
©icharlos
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