It all started on a night like tonight
It was quiet then too
With the breeze leaving
a small whistle in the air.
Fate on the breeze,
But we wouldn't know that until now
You could hear it though
if you listen to it
Oh, wait is that a crossbow bolt?
Um... this came out of nowhere, and it might be nothing... please critique. I am SUPER uncomfortable with unrhymed poetry, so... let me know what was good, and not so good and why, if possible.
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