Walking through this forest, past the river, through the dying willow
Laying against the aged wood, sleep overtakes me, I rest against a wilting grass pillow
As I let my heavy eyelids fall, I see them fleeing from the approaching horror, it's sad but necessary
They abandon their homes, one by one, each end every fairy
They all flee, fairies and pixies, angels and sprites, even the unicorns, even the gnomes
Away from the river, away from the willows, fleeing far from their magical homes
For they are all weak, they are all dying
The mermaids now sirens, Gnomes now trolls, the forest that was once filled with laughter is now overrun with crying
It is a forest of dying magic, she knows that all too well
She will bring all of her children, arise them from the very pits of hell
She'll be rid this forest of all that is good, she will never stop until she destroys every happy gleam
She is pure darkness, pure evil, she is Lilith, and she is this forest's new queen
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My Shitty Teen Angst Poetry
PoetryIncludes poems that are.... ∞My feelings∞ ∞Observations of society∞ ∞Situations caused by society∞ ∞Turning people into poems∞ Good luck figuring out what's what
