Once there was a girl,
Who was often seen with her black dress unfurled
She had no family, no friends, not even a name,
But still, there were many who envied her dark fame
She was many times spotted in the night,
Sitting on a cliff, admiring the moon without a fright
Depressed about her past, sad about her present and future,
Knowing there will be nobody ever,
To her who will nurture
She had a pale face with deep and cold blue eyes,
In those, you could not see any secrets or lies
Away from the people, she roamed in the darkness,
Many said there was another world in which she would ingress
This girl was called by many names-
The Lady of Dark, the Empress of Shadows
As with her aura, she could frighten even the toughest of the foes
But there was one name that donned her a crown,
Though nobody would say it when she was around
For she was the one who ruled the land of no light,
That is why she was called the Queen of Night.
- Grisha. S
This poem is about a girl who possesses no secret or vanity. She is the personification of sadness inside all of us. Does she look the way you expected her to be?
