Rest Beside Fire | Poem

You must look at lava, my soul’s tormented as it.

You must love the volcano, there’s only tragedies.

There’s a well near the volcano,

You can find it with patience,

It gives the peaceful water,

Extracted from the souls of death.

Stay beside me, oh Queen,

We might see the world’s fire,

In name of Deathra,

The Queen of Deaths.

┬ęSuraj Jangid


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