I can see the Suns and Moons in our branches
We would have had the perfect union if you weren’t taken from me
You worked yourself to death, under burning rays and angered flames,
while I may curse myself to life, stowed away under the cloak of eve
I know you’re my Red King, so I honor you, dressed as the White Queen.
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Author:
Afflicted Overseer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this about someone. They're like family, even though we've only seen each other a few times.
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