I’ve got my inspiration from this lovely poem : Click here
And, this is the sequel of my last English poem : Nevermore
I was always afraid of me,
And, forever, my friends did flee,
I was angry with my foe,
And my wrath only did grow.
I ran away from my family,
And stopped beneath an apple tree,
On a stump I’ve never seen before,
I yelled : « Nevermore ! »
My powers grow up night and day,
Till the lovely month of May,
When my sun destroyed the flower,
I could bring back my last lover.
My decade was definitely cursed,
But his thousand years was worst,
And now, beneath the apple tree,
My foes know I’m ready.
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