Hidden beneath the swirling vines, Away from the bright city lines, A child stands at a rotten gate, Tear streaked beauty's fate. The child, dressed in ebony clothes, She seeks into your soul and now she knows, She knows your past and your future, She also knows the accidents you need to suture. A boy walks down the barren rocky path, He raises his bony hands in a triumphant wrath, He looks at the girl and wraps his arms around her, They, in darkness combine and you they lure. Through a portal, they sneak, Dragging you along to a peak, You look down below, Death is waiting for you so. The darkest realm had an invite, Until the keepers got in a fight, They held you until you died, Then, All of humanity cried.
Reason for writing:
I am a dark and troubled soul. The Darkest Realm is a very good poem. I love it...It's for my boyfriend...
Birth sign: Aries
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