Netherling queen in spite,
The human side's love.
Her light side is bright,
But the dark side is a glove.
To cover up all the lies,
In which she hides.
The patches on her eyes,
Known to all who she confides.
The moth doesn't want to wait,
For what she has yet to see.
The knight knows not her fate,
For always two she will be.
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Poetry
PoetryJust some poems I've written. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! Highest ranking #62 in meaningful
