And so she was dead,
and upon her soul,
sat an angel of death,
a visitor from Hell.
The land grew barren,
the darkness befall.
The light shining away,
death and despair to stay.
With Light came Dark.
With Earth came Sky.
With Life came Death.
and so, with Beginning came End.
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My Poems
PoetryPoems I've written when the muse strikes~ All these poems are original, and an expression of how I felt at the moment. Quite a few of these are old, and many were posted on Gaia on my account.
