The Chaos bringer; the knight that writes the night. He will always find you; the keeper of ordered light. The more you try to control your life, the more he will come. And destroy everything you hold dear; your nothing more than a name on his list. But when you least expect it he will come again and save you from destruction, from your certain death. And no matter how preordained it seems. He will save you anyways. Because he spits in Fates face, time has no place.
Chaos
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I write Poetry and fiction as a hobby, I've written a full book but never managed to get it published. My poems tend to be thoughtful and philosophical with a touch of spirituality. My fiction is mostly sci-fi and fantasy but usually with twists and interesting ideas thrown in there. I have been told I don't have a solid grasp of genre, which is fair since the whole concept doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me anyways, I write what I want, and nothing else. View all posts by Wondering Poem
