Such beautiful mystery is her divine mistress of death
Simply a flick of her wrist, simply a final breath
Bones of silver mirror glass and hands of broken chalk
Hold such mystical beauty, one could only gawk
With no remorse, she shines her sword of golden ash
Glimmering vanity in a sheath of tears and brash
Beheld upon thee were eyes of dark wine
One could not gaze upon for much time
Upon a throne of clotted blood and biting cold
Sit she proud as mountains, and crisp and bold
Bare she be, with a carved smile
A doll of glass, a charming beguile
High around her lie archangel wings
Of dark powder and twisting rings
Oh but one would never see
Just how cruel she can be
For temptation and beauty are difficult to bear
When love and lies make you swear
Pray tell me all your secrets oh Majesty
Else I search too far, and end in tragedy
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~ ♥️ 𝒫𝒽𝑜𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓍 ♥️ ~ 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈
Poesía𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓲𝔁, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓭.. Hi loves! This is my first post, a short collection of some of my favorite poems and short stories written by me. I will be adding to it as I think of...
