Stubborn Aesthetics - Poem by DarkShaya Naiyamoto
A handred and twenty years have passed
Since the coven sank in the dark.
Beauty in desguise.
Death torn apart.
Pride and intolerance
Rigorously kept her own world.
Her frozen heart needs to be thawed.
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