• tiikeri23 9w

    Star light, star bright

    He wrote about the monsters
    The villains
    The beasts of the earth and sea
    How their bloodlust was inside of our humanity
    That if given the chance
    We'd all take the opportunity
    To be power hungry incubi
    And blindly kill everything

    She wrote of the gods
    The muses and philosophy
    How writing and art lived inside of everything
    How the spirits of the earth were in animals and trees
    How darkness was made beautiful
    In the empath's poetry

    She was the moon and the galaxies
    He was the black holes
    devouring
    He swallowed her up,
    flung the leftovers across the sky
    And that shooting star you wished upon
    Was the last of her to die

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