Arise, fair sun and kill thy envious crimson moon
for one should not go so soon
Let thine Holy monarch rule this land of light
Let thine rule in spite
The land shall be internal red and glisten bright
Set the heart ablaze for the moons deep red rays shall burn forever more
Look at them. They won't make ur eyes sore
Arise, fair sun and kill thy envious crimson moon
For one would end thy omnipotent rule
And be demoted to a servants stool
As thy crimson monarch of the moon shall rise forth
let thee be know as
The Crimson ruler of the North
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PoetryThe poetry written here is effected by how I feel. They may be happy and may be sad. Enjoy reading <3
