Echos Of Rebirth | Poem

If there’s rebirth’s believe,


I’m born each night,

Grasping breathes on time,

Seeking the hands of Dark Queen,

I call upon the darkness,

You gifted this soul of destruction.

When the ravens scream,

I find my solace,

Inside the screams of that night.

That night, I brag about,

Do you feel what happened,

I took breathes of death,

Where I stared in your eyes,

And, Dearest,

You blushed on your name,


It echos on severity

Of the darkness we loved.



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