Like the moon, I came to be thanks to the sun
A disco ball cloaked by daylight's gleam
And once it sinks and has concluded its run
The seats are all empty, houses asleep
It is a sight bestowed since the dawn of time -
The sun as the biggest star,
My presence briefly descried,
And my glow could never venture that far
With the sun ever burning bright,
Rendering herself hallowed,
My fragile smile greets the dead of night,
Her shadows eclipsing my crossroads
It is a prophecy eternally spoken -
I stare at the void as she paints the earth golden.
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Graveyard of Reveries
Poetry"Dig all the gravestones if you can Have a wonderful night in this rotting land A rollercoaster ride in dark fantasy Welcome to my graveyard of reveries" A random collection of poems written by a mentally unstable 17-year-old. pls be nice :) COVER B...
