Doom
Tonight is the sacred night,
for the stars to play in the dusky night
for today shall no one breathe in the shadowy gloom
nor shall one stand in the glow of the moon.
For every being is destined to die
when the earth shall obliterate from the universe
into the realm of damned souls
for which man is solely liable.
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When The Heart Whispers
PoetryThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
