The Tamlin’s family throne is up for grabs, Their monarch is dead and only 1 heir lasts, How can the crown pass down to her?
I’m marching to the beat of the rifleman’s arms, Thinking about everyone who’d do me harm, I am a Tamlin and we have no fear,
Another roulette of suitors appear, To bid for my hand like a souvenir, Their finest silks and gold trimmed arms, To seduce the kingdom with
If once you’ve blinked I’d know you’re mine, Then all the stars on us will shine, Breath taken quickly from my lungs, If I can
Happy Sunday Novas! I’ve found another blogging challenge and this one is for the 6 word stories! Here is my entry into this week’s post!
Inhaling the fumes, Till their lungs collapse, They didn’t assume, That I’d have the last laugh! She is a beauty, In her own right, Comparable