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Hey this is bit from book.Give us opinion.I wrote this couple mins go and am wrecked from exams so not great but still would love if someone could give me some feedback.cheers 
upon his steps, leaves rustle and rot
And he is bent for the most terrible of greatness.
There is no virtue here,
In this most foreign of minds,
See these icy dead fingers you so cling to.
Yet such you would take to your breast,
Such you would claim,
But look closer and try your senses, however broken,
His want is not of a beast,
No heat of blood and fiery skies.
But as a weed that hooks its deathly tendrils to the nearest rose,
And like the rose you too shall wither,
Till you sit with yellow eyes beneath his throne of bones.
Till the hopes of flesh cease,
And you will be as he,and yet you will have him.
upon his steps, leaves rustle and rot
And he is bent for the most terrible of greatness.
There is no virtue here,
In this most foreign of minds,
See these icy dead fingers you so cling to.
Yet such you would take to your breast,
Such you would claim,
But look closer and try your senses, however broken,
His want is not of a beast,
No heat of blood and fiery skies.
But as a weed that hooks its deathly tendrils to the nearest rose,
And like the rose you too shall wither,
Till you sit with yellow eyes beneath his throne of bones.
Till the hopes of flesh cease,
And you will be as he,and yet you will have him.
