Bête Noire
Cat and claw and darkness bite...
Reckless, feral shadows dance in lunar light.
Cascading silence weeps a mournful tear,
Alas a Star has fallen, in my wicked nightmare.
A/N - This was the first poem I submitted to the Poets Pub.
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Legacy Collection by MystresMyna
PoetryMystresMyna is our official Mystres of Chatter here at the Pub. This is a collection of her favorite poems and hopes that it brings cheer to those who read.
