Black-clad butler
The pale butler,
Donned in black,
Fancied felines,
His sharp crimson eyes gleam like—
withered roses
Night to day,
Salt to sugar,
Silver into gold.
Mother
Mother, the gardener of life,
Gave me a pot to grow,
Helped me bloom,
Kept me from doom,
Pretty as a chrysanthemum,
Tough as a rose.
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Poetry
PoetryI decided to publish some poetry I've written over the course of 2 days, however I will add more. Do keep in mind i'm a poetry noob, so there might be some things wrong :D
