Poem 100: A Queen's Crown Of Words 🎉 Poem by WIN VENTURA

One hundred poems, oh what a ride,
From tears to laughter, side by side.
Each verse a step, each line a flame,
In WIN VENTURA 's court, I carved my name.

I've danced with grief, kissed the stars,
I' ve roasted pain and healed many scars.
From own tales to ghostly glee,
I've written truth and set it free.

This is the hundredth, bold and bright,
A crown of ink, my soul's own light.
Not just a number — this is lore,
Of a queen(thts me) who rose, and soon will write more.

So raise my pen, oh storm of might,
One hundred poems born of fight.
And if one ask, gonna proudly grin —
'I'm the fire, and this is my win.' 🔥👑🖋️