In a dark and gloomy kingdom
Where all was black and white
The people slept in pitch-black ink
While others bathed in light
Simple things like grass or trees
Lacked the greens that dotted along
Butterflies were as plain as moths
And the crows were the only birdsong
That world was no place for joy
Ruled by a Queen as unhappy as a peasant
But yet! This existence came, so dazzling indeed!
To make their lives a little more pleasant.
Alas, pleasant lives are achieved through hard ones.
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Colourful Glass
PoetryIn a faraway place, there's a kingdom that's plain white and black. This dark and unpleasant place is like a pen drawing, with the only shades being black, paper white, and occasionally a rare, and often royal color, gray. But there's a mysterious s...
