To Ghostemane
You said, you’re a beast,
Well me,
I’m the king of beasts .
But I’ll turn into a servant,
And you’ll become a prince.
Then you will let me
Put a thin strand of almost white hair
Behind ear,
I’ll clearly see,
Your beautiful face
And the green of your eyes.
I will love them
As i loved those,
Which were calling “fear”.
Copyright © Mari Bond | Year Posted 2022
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