(You’re shadow milk)

‘A god,made for eyes who preen. A fount built for ears who hear. But his doubts and fears must never be seen by the greed of those who want to come near. The cracks formed on his dough,the flaws condemned by his creators above.A faltering vessel, stopping his show. A white lie spread by a dove.He will keep you happy and bring you peace.For deciet,shall finally bring him release. One harsh truth,rejected by millions,one pretty lie,bringing smiling civilians . The fount shall corrupt,his fury unfurled,his subjects now puppets for his new show. Chaos and deceit shall rule the world,for the fount’s will become his own.His shackles of fate he shall break.His tears of hate,basked in the lake. The witches will scowl,their creation a snake and the fount will be nothing but their fatal mistake’

Pure Vanilla knew the story,poetic as it was,it was about shadow milk’s corruption from fount of knowledge,to beast of deceit,all cookies in the vanilla kingdom knew it,as it was told to them as young cookies,passed down from mother to child. Pure Vanilla could never understand the story,as shadow milk’s side was completely different,but nonetheless,he didn’t question the jester,the latter needed his time to be redeemed,he lay in bed,shadow milk cuddled into him,holding onto him like a life line and he pondered,what in the story was truth and what was lies?