Listen to the Echo Queen sing.
Your darkest secrets she will glean.
The harsh whips of judgment will slash and sting.
Upon the orders of the treacherous Executioner King.
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Ripples in an Obsidian Sky
PoetryThese are many of the poems that get stuck in my head randomly, almost like a song or beat poetry in a way. I must warn you, most of them can be rather dark or sad. But I find solace in writing them. Anyway, maybe they can help you get some peace t...
