Oh Polaris, hath thou art?
The skies are tinted gray
His smile is scarred through ashen lips
Pale hues of every shade of gray smears the backdrop of a silver town
His eyes are burning in embers of silver
Not a golden child, he, rather a gray one
In a grayed area of ashes
Trees sparse with no leaves
Empty hearts, tinted black
Paint drops of water, splashed over the front page
His heart burns through a veil of darkness
Color of the end
Oh Polaris, hath thou art?
Her smile's blue
So is her heart
Like a ghost in the wind, she wanders
A little of everything
In shades of blue
Her eyes shine like the blue moon
Seen once every eve
An occasion of shards, a precipice
Frozen over time
Hardened ice, her voice bears daggers
Icy to the point of impact
Oh Polaris, hath thou art?
An array of blues
And never ending grays
They shine in the night sky
Illuminating the world in hues of blue-gray
Their hearts pumping cold blood
One, a tint of dark
Another, shades of ice
Weak souls, fragile, soft
Yet effervescent beings in a world of difference
Strong winds blow, yet they stand
They hold on, their courage speak in shades
A canvas covered in spilled ink of only two colors
Yet a thousand shades intersperse
Like the millennium universe
An easel to hold on to
So that they don't shatter
Their souls stand tall
In shades of every blue and gray
Oh Polaris, hath thou art?
They are two souls
Born through pain
Two lost souls
Kindred spirits of the world
Seeing things of longtime darkness
Standing in the empty field of war, where fire and ashes burn souls to the ground
A game of thrones
To win, to live, to get to the top of the ladder
In a universe where snow and fire rage against each other
Yet work to throttle to the finishing line
A canvas standing only for those who can make it towards the end
Not for the weak souls
The lost souls
The best souls
Oh Polaris, hath thou art?
Hath thou art?
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Hath thou a soul?
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Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
