Take me to the land of the young
Fair maiden of raven robes.
Bring your chalice to my lips.
I'm ready to embrace your Gods.
Sanity is overrated
Nothing makes sense anymore
The scales don't tell right from wrong.
To madness, I willingly go.
Chart the stars for me, I beg.
Divine my fate with your cards.
The rituals are almost done,
Let's set sails and don't look back.
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Shortys2024 Challenge
PoetryA collection of poems for the Shortys Challenge 2024. Starting September 1st , I'll be posting a short poem a day and submitting it to the challenge. Join me in this personal quest, and let's find out if I can complete the goal of writing 30 poems i...
