In realms where myths entwine with mortal lore,
There dwells a goddess, radiant yet forlorn,
Her powers deemed a curse, a dreaded blight,
Forced to conceal her brilliance, hide her light.
With grace she moves, though shackled by her fate,
In shadows she must dwell, in silence wait,
Her voice, a whisper in the wind's embrace,
Her essence veiled, her spirit in disgrace.
Yet in her heart, a tempest fiercely rages,
A storm of defiance through the ages,
For though they seek to bind her with their chains,
Her spirit soars, unbroken, it remains.
She fears the path ahead, the unknown way,
The fate that looms, the price she'll have to pay,
But deep within, a flame refuses to relent,
A spark of hope, a whisper of ascent.
For even in the darkest depths she'll rise,
Her wings unfurling 'neath the endless skies,
A goddess scorned, yet bound for destiny,
To claim her throne, to set her spirit free.
So let the world condemn her, let them scorn,
For in her heart, a strength is newly born,
A goddess with powers deemed a disgrace,
Shall rise triumphant, claiming her rightful place.
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ONE SHOTS - to the moon and back
Poetry❝ Under the moon's gentle glow, I'd journey beyond the stars and back, just to feel your touch again.❞ ─── .｡*.:｡✧*.｡☽*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡─── Perched upon the window sill, you gaze into the deepening twilight. A smile unfurls across your face as you marvel...
