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Hallway to Anywhere
- Heathlove & PerfectPizza
- Apr 22, 2017
- 1 min read
The Leviatha Sat on his throne,
His serpentine figure shimmered of gold,
Although he was made of stone,
He stood out clear and bold,
With horns as sharp as a knife,
He could pierce anything he like,
With his venomous breath of death,
He had killed his true love Annabeth,
Now he suffered the Consequence,
Of Guarding the Royal’s home,
Where he stood inside his deathly dome,
He was free to roam,
Guarding was his curse,
He didn’t think it could get much worse,
Yet he did his job without a fuss,
If he had just a second with his love,
All he would do is discuss,
His heart would flutter like a dove,
For her he did his job,
Hoping that he would get that second,
His heart would forever throb.
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