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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The ignorant ones claim, I'm full of petty problems, a slave to the darkness, but if only they had seen how I've slaughtered malicious demonic sea creatures that slithered along my spine, undisturbed nor provoked. You are the singing sunrise to my sultry sunset, weaving silver sonnets from beige ballads seducing my spirit into sweet slumber— igniting nocturnal Novembers with crimson showers upon sepia stems, because It's no longer the climatic chaos I fear, it's the calm you've crafted, continuing to be my constant comfort. Your devotion adds color and clarity in my once monochrome existence, as you've polished the dimmed stars in my eyes, they now glitter like shimmering fireflies, a reincarnation of the strength from Freyja's tears, after you kissed them with your silken soft sagas. When the days begin to dawn upon dreary dusks you've aromatized my universe with summer scents. Thor's thunder could not demolish our kind of spring as our celestial spirits float around the nine realms. A part of you will forever rhyme as clusters of couplets fated to be, the rest of you flow like simple stanzas of empathic free verse. As my story will make Odin ashamed, and Fenrir cry, so when all the beauty of butterflies congest my throat, preventing me from pouring dreams of stardusts upon your selfless quill… always remember us for the times we swayed and enclasped into our own silhouette, running from the stormy disarray of society’s serpentines, swimming in Satanic sapphire seas. Whilst the debt I owe for your generosity will drown me in endless poetry, floating on metaphors without blueprints, keeping the vampires from Beelzebub's door, releasing me from the chains of uncertainty …forevermore.
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