I’m sorry,Yesterday promised… He’s such a terrible liar

A fake image of three strikes,

It gives hope to the world free of rife.

A trifling affair, a rather inconsistent love fair

But nonetheless a tortured promise of a hero’s care,

Not one but two monsters, all he did was snare

But the fragile heart couldn’t bear

Not truth,this love affair.

Threescores for the hero,

Not one will know my fear

Lies,lies unto the pages I the ghost saw the misery in his despair,

Pity I did not and off I killed his heir.

Oh, dreary wonder his heart spoke of things beyond repair,

Regret filled his every tear in my care

But not one of three ghosts did dare

For a moment was lost,any sooner gone

With neither reason nor cause but revere.

Atimetravellingghost

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