by supernovacity » Mon Jan 09, 2012 6:52 pm
I had a urge to wirte her a poem:
The swoop of death quelled the agitated spirits
and with that the rouge came and created a riot
and she was banned from death's calming grasp
the crowd arose in a singular gasp
She roared "Follow me to the dark!"
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nova - she/he/they
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Instead we'll carry on