Castle of ice,
Crown that shines around midnight.
Tears fade way like dew,
A fake smile lasts the entire fight.
Sceptre of moon,
Throne of fire.
Robes up of storm,
Stars are the desire.
Weapon of choice,
Daggers as shield.
Wait for your death,
Standing in the battlefield.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from an old diary
PoetryFeel free to vote and comment if you enjoy reading! (Previously known as "Poetry On Fingertips") •2nd Position in The Crown Awards 2020 •#1 in #poetryislife -28/June/2020 •#1 in #poetrylovers -26/Feb/2019 And plz don't copy my book, Truyen.
