to the night wind
it passes not in the wild of thought
of dreams forgotten on lost paths
where diamonds glitter to show your path
be careful of where they lay
for dreams are fragile
like broken glass
and sharp and forceful too
and only diamonds can collect
the shinning morning dew
but if you walk that glittering path
be ready for the pain
for bloody footsteps lead my way
into eternity
~DarkHunterRequiem
A poem, written to the Goddess
lovely.
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