When destruction seems to be the only way,
and theres nothing to take,
The fire is set ablaze.
She appears,
With her eyes of pure blue,
Voice of silk,
her hair of innocent gold,
With rage from old.
You think you're safe,
But shes good at games.
For the beast is near,
Someone to beware,
I tried to warn you,
For she is the darkness you fear.
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Poems
Poetrywell I'm bored and I like to write poems so here we are. Some will be dark, some funny, about love, life. really anything. and if you have a poem just request it and I'll put it in the book.
