Cold whispers in the dark,
She, the poisonous changeling of Artemis,
In exchange of my innocence.
Poisoned the voice of the lark.
Her icy hands on my chest,
They say, my coldness often on crest.
Her hands crawling towards my neck,
I am on the edge of the deck.
She wants the ocean to devour me,
She turned the blues into electrifying black,
She wants me to drown,
Wants me to give away my crown.
A different face I see.
You brought me ashore,
But she's screaming at my door.
You poured sunshine on myscars,
But nothing can fill the holes in my heart.
She took me home,
The endless void of Empty.
She crowned me. I took the throne.
-AB
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Fire and Flood
PoetryShe hardly met sunshine, Her lover in disguise, But when they met, They drew colourful rainbows on the skies.
