Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do Ты use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do Ты do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do Ты use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do Ты do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what Ты think of it, please?
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Have Ты felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until Ты burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! Ты will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have Ты felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until Ты burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! Ты will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.