(written on February 20, 2024, at 7 PM)
Strong she stood,
Adorned by beauty,
Crafted from a seed,
She bloomed as her beautiful glory sprouted,
Tall tales would spread and talk,
She was the mother nature in her mystical heart.
She watched the world shift,
As each new season adorned her green locks with flowers of every kind.
Goddess of time.
Her words of wisdom drowned countless men of foolish brains,
Into vain bloody battles of lust and death.
She stood strong against wind,
Her rough skin,
Delicate mirror of time,
Her beauty bloomed with the rising sun.
She stood brave and tall with lust for wisdom.
Her eyes gleamed brighter with each passing moon,
Filled with tales of the past.
-Alana Gagieva
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Grimoire Of Poems
Short StorySo this was more for myself than anything to put together for fun. But I have a deep route in writing poems when I'm bored and was a big Edgar Allan Poe fan in middle school. I think that says enought, most of these are sad and some will have trigge...
