Poem: Moth Queen


Moth Queen

She would walk through the streams,
In depths of darkness it shall rise to the limit,
Of power and soccery,
She is the Moth Queen.

Her lights are her followers,
Of fireflies in the moonlight,
Her very presence is delighted by all creatures,
Painful memories shall be her core of strength.

She is wearing a crown to feel royalty,
But nobody loves her presence of dark shadow,
Stop making things shallow,
For she sees evil everyday.

Yours Truly,


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