Sweet omnipotent Queen
Will you ever know of the serene scene that awaits you?
Succulent and Devine
Is the sign that which you are given
The epiphany hidden behind lies
The truth hidden behind fine eyes
Are you ready to be liberated my Queen?
Though before you come to realize,
You are bewitched
Your beauty somehow enriched
Enchanted by the ethereal structure
The epitome of vanity
The edge of insanity
Never to pull away from the mirror
Yet how does one forget
Inhumanity creeps nearer and nearer...
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Ughhh, I am so sorry for being completely unproductive. I unfortunately have had writer's block this past month and will continue to have it until it decides I am not the most welcoming host.
I wrote a few lines of this poem two weeks ago and decided I'd try and finish it today, which is why it is here now. Hopefully, I can get back to posting more frequently (especially poems that are not as forced as this one), but I cannot promise that as of now. If you're reading this, you are beautiful and I wish you a wonderful day, a wonderful night, a wonderful year and many more!
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