Darkness


The star is a cake for the night,
walks while void veils the sight
The head wearing the crown
Is not meant to be bowed down,
It represents a voice,
and not really a choice
wild in the weirdness,
Dead in the darkness
one out of misfortune might now
without a hand - shell a shadow
But I know of worms
That can eat up norms,
Intimately rare I am with crowns
that cannot ignore the downs.

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