mischief

Learn more about other poetry terms

Bye-bye baby Watch my armor glow. I've got a war to start. What, you didn't know? I'm a loki's child. Got mischief in my veins. You might play at tag. But war's a harder game.
I knew these girls, three born in one day Who spy me in the mirror for I am one of them. Lianna, Kyla and me all three triplets that spoiled my poor mother's fun. For she was a beauty with her black hair
Subscribe to mischief