There are no stars,
Just the moon,
Surrounded by Angels;
Patrolling the loom.
The Apocalypse is near,
It will arrive soon,
Here they come the legion of Doom.
To corrupt my heart,
And for evil, they make room.
In the season of spring,
Flowers once bloomed,
But that's all over;
For my life is now doomed.
The love of my life was taken by the legion.
Which distorted how I experience every season.
After I thought all hope was lost,
I went to get her back at all cost.
So I destroyed the angels patrolling the moon;
Yet to know, my love was the queen of the Legion of Doom.
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Poeticcharmer
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