I love the night
It's filled with fear
I love the night
For I do not have to care
It's wondrous to rule
With monsters everywhere
Where the days are cruel
And filled to the brim with fear
My throne is made of bone
My crown is made of blood
I stand alone
With my name thrown around in mud
This is my domain
Darkness is what I control
From fear is where I came
I have no soul
I love the night
Filled with monstrous splendor
I love the night
If only there were more
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The Death Poems
شِعرPoems about death, sadness, evil, sin, etc. There may be some poems that have the same theme, but all of them are different and original. Collection 2 is now published, so please check that one out as well.
