The last spect of darkness has been buried very deep down.
The evil souls are angry with a big giant frown. The ruler of their kingdom was I
Knowing everything there would die.
I left and let the fall of the haunted world happen
As I joined the enchanted world and saw the views that my eyes were lacking.
I was no longer a raven, but now a dove who's darkness was fading.
- May 28, 2019
(Edited: March 12, 2019)
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Prismatic Poetry
ПоэзияA poetry book containing poems written between 2018-2020. The poems were originally written and used by me as Instagram captions for my turtle's account, @maxxloniatheturtle.
