In the depths of night,
When all is out of sight,
Nyx, goddess of darkness, reigns,
With a power that never wanes.
She moves across the sky,
With Erebus by her side,
A shadowy figure of might,
Bringing darkness to the light.
From Chaos she emerged,
A force not to be deterged,
With a beauty beyond compare,
And a power beyond compare.
She brings sleep and death,
With each passing breath,
A goddess to be revered,
And also to be feared.
For Nyx is the night,
A force of darkness and might.
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random shit poems
Poetryif writing shit is an art am the artist bruhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh but am still gonna post
