Much Adieu
A sorrow deep and dark lay hidden in her eyesSweltering stars like an event horizon no one could see
She spoke the Devil's dare, she had the angels tongue
With words so well composed they sang almost
As though the syllables a haunted ghost
Was uttering something vague in dreams of sleep
The Western world tilted dancing to shuddering ennui
It's not enough to stop and think she knew too much
But even nothing has it's place, so no surprise~
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2022-06-13 at 09:53
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