There was a she
and a nyx.
A her
and a nox.
And that she
and that nyx
shared a body.
A girl
and a star,
both cosmic
in waves.
And that girl
and that star
shared a body.
We are all made of stardust!
Debris of violent collisions!
And in that vacuum and void we call space,
stars exist to light our way.
And she is that star.
Nyx is that star.
A light-bringer for those who have lost their way.
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Lotuslands All Die (A Collection)
Historia CortaJust as the title says, this booklet is a collection of poems and short stories I have written and wish to publish to my devoted followers. Please comment or let me know how you felt about any of my works--it is greatly appreciated!
