A royal blood, behold the vessel of her dread and grace,
Drenched in the thrones of cold, immortal heavens.
A kiss, both tender and dangerous, melts the heart of one true love,
Shrouded in the veil of the deepest night.
A goddess of love, pale and unwavering,
Haunts his dreams with spectral devotion,
Her pristine beauty bending the very norms of angels,
While shadows cling to the favor she bears.
For in her presence, greatness and doom entwine—
Your Majesty, feared and adored alike
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC
A royal blood, behold the vessel of her dread and grace,
Drenched in the thrones of cold, immortal heavens.
A kiss, both tender and dangerous, melts the heart of one true love,
Shrouded in the veil of the deepest night.
A goddess of love, pale and unwavering,
Haunts his dreams with spectral devotion,
Her pristine beauty bending the very norms of angels,
While shadows cling to the favor she bears.
For in her presence, greatness and doom entwine—
Your Majesty, feared and adored alike
A fair goddess of love
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