We were meant to be happy then,
But we weren't meant to be happy ever after.
As you lay there dying in my arms,
I swore this city would burn in the flames of my wrath.
That night my soul left with yours,
Under the blood moon,
The monarch of chaos was born.
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The Midnight Library
RandomHas anyone thought about how darkness brings you comfort? What many fear is what brings comfort to some. The midnight library holds a collection of poems and drabbles with a dark undertone. If you are one that seeks comfort in the dark the midnight...
