She's deep, poetic
Of Chaos, she was born
Ancient words, a thousand lifetimes
Forever she'll yearn
For perfection that she's always known
She watches from afar, from the darkness,
Her hair glistens with light as she sits on the throne.
Her hands never tremble, her eyes always closed
She's the Night, and immortal she'll stay
Forever remains
Forever unbothered
Draws blood when the character breaks
In her play, the actors are us
And she'll always be watching
Her eyes are the
Stars.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 9:57 AM UTC
She's deep, poetic
Of Chaos, she was born
Ancient words, a thousand lifetimes
Forever she'll yearn
For perfection that she's always known
She watches from afar, from the darkness,
Her hair glistens with light as she sits on the throne.
Her hands never tremble, her eyes always closed
She's the Night, and immortal she'll stay
Forever remains
Forever unbothered
Draws blood when the character breaks
In her play, the actors are us
And she'll always be watching
Her eyes are the
Stars.
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