The reek of bourbon vanilla lingering through the sappy tones Of creased leaves and crooked horns, enveloping the royal grave Embedded with stone, the coronated statue of vines and thorns Twirling around the remaining cores
Rotten cells and dark floral gourd, an unstable mass crawling Amongst the bare, rotten shores The empty shells howl its name - the king Of naught Brought to death on the brink - in a whim
Clasping roots and grasping vines, Luscious soot and dull amethyst, The graveyard of which the warriors of Gaia Patrolled in everlasting melancholy - the betrayal of the monarchy In which they found pleasure in the guilt of misery They atone for the death of the reign, Raining in droplets of sulphur and rosebuds, Meek of the pink of the roses, embroidering the newfound majesty
Alas, the journey of futility, The thorns grasp its throat The emperor has been coronated to cease once more.
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I will dance like little fairy spreading the love in poetic genre. I swirl I twirl and drift with pen, with words that tickle senses. When breeze is felt. you’re touched by my fairy wings of love. Your anointed to fly inside your own dreams. Do fly fly fly, with sigh sigh sigh, and feel high high high. A new dawn is here stand up tall to cheer, inside a poetic song that echoes with love