The Rarest Kind

I reside in the dark,
where the demons roam,
they live with me,
we all call this place
our home,
lock the doors,
close the windows,
we don't want the sun,
for in the shadows
we dance,
where all battles
are won,
the King is out,
but the Queens
on her throne,
watching the whole show,
if you're lucky
you'll get out
but you'll have
to leave your soul.
Staying here costs
a lot but its worth
so much more,
the beauty
you can find
where no one
wants to look,
is of the rarest kind.



Poetry by Luna Nightshade
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Written on 2017-03-13 at 03:59

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Maija Liepins
I especially enjoyed the last lines
2017-03-18



This is a good dark poem.
Ashe
2017-03-13