Imagine a soul;
so dark and deep,
It covers the worlds in it's misery.
A song once sung;
now forgotten,
About a core made out of gold and heart of glass.
Opposites like day and night;
they ruled it all,
But then came a day when glass turned to stone,
and gold turned to bronze.
A battle of eternity;
a war of hate,
But most importantly,
a call of fate.
Their souls crashed together;
forming a demon unlike any other,
A dark lifeless void of space.
Once a myth;
now the truth,
As the demon still spreads over the unknown.
Stone was shattered,
Bronze was scattered.
As the story unfolds;
I look up to the heaven,
Still seeing the love that should have never been.
The demon that covers the sky,
The heart of glass,
The core of gold.
But most importantly of all;
The specks of love,
The love that should have never been.
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My weird book of poems...
PoetryJust a book of poems I write...Don't judge , I am not a master in this field but I like doing it soo....I'm doing it . Requests are always welcomed and helpful if you ask me . Enjoy !
