Under the pale moonlight
She is Dancing with demons on
symphony of destruction
A sudden cause of rejoice in her spine
Flicker of thrill she pining for
They converge like long lost enemies
Their wicked smiles witness historic feuds
They waking her sleeping rage with their
pungent black humour
They arbitrate while she prostrate
once they demoed arrogance which
leads them to such defame.
They creep her with their evil volition
Though, her aura can Ignite such
dark corrupts
They can't lead her in a breeze
For she raise from the ashes..
'she glorify victory over the darkness.'
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬
PoesíaAn aperture from where light enter in the world of a fragmentary girl. "A set of poetry" All the poems are entirely written by me.©®
