Chapter 0 (Edited)

Hello there. I am...ah, let's not talk about that now. I'm simply here to pass on a tale. You can call me...The Teller. Yes. That has a lovely ring to it. (Edited)

The Saviour in the Night.

He perches among the gargoyles, His brazen claws grasp the walls of stone. His eyes wander unto the city soils, As he stands solemn, and alone. The wind about him does no harm;

Thought kept me Awake the Whole Night

I never realised that my eyes were wide open keeping me awake!

Their Their

Guvment come and took my baby.

Oh So Nosey

Where are you Coming from friend...

Yah! Boo!

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Murder By Numbers

Far from the best poem ever written..

Blood Money (chapter fifteen and sixteen.)

Continued.

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