What the goth moans
Is a truth written on the stone
Lying on the deserted beach of
Queer sights and darkest nights
With waves soon to be a tornado
Obsessing over the blood moon
While the aristocrats are locked in their rooms.
Haunted by the air of the woods
While they come out of the camouflage
All black and white
This time their feet are untied
Of all the lies written on the sand
By the greatest of the great
Who blinded the tribes
And burned nature's vines
Now it will be coloured in all red
Don't be bewildered
For blood or wine
For its the endagered goth
Of no trustees or enemies
But revenge.
-L.Y.
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She Shined Brighter On Darker Nights
Poetry🦋A series of poetry about all the words silenced by the world. Seeking pain, grief, love, ambition, longigness of every girl who has a soul of that of a fighter. A series of poetry about every young soul trying to fit in. A series of poetry for l...
