Girl

Updated: Mar 10, 2022

Arise! Shame the envious dark moon

You who have new reasons to swoon You have been sickly and green

Now, cut off the poisonous gangrene

It may be happening all too soon

But you have today eleven till noon

The only time to use the magic Rune

The midnight sun is at the zenith of June

New hearts will rise from being strewn

From where their love have laid in ruins

Like a butterfly emerges from a cocoon

Weigh anchor to behold your love's boon

Recent Posts

The unfortunate man arrived at the city gate, A bandage wrapped around fate's cruel weight. His temple throbbed with hunger; his soul...

Let the rivers run clear of the pious guiles, To wash away all the besmirched ties, Let's walk away from the previous scribes, To simply...

As the northern lights streak in crimson, the yellow tariffs creep, Blood Moon hubris pulls naivety from the deep. An icy shiver cuts...

Post: Blog2_Post