Queen of the Night

CarnationsCaretaker

The Sun’s beauty spreads through the steel forest—its leaves brittle and stiff.
Flowers bloom on its stone soil, their beauty empty, soulless, and dry.
But the Sun’s beauty is for naught, once the Queen shows its drawf-like glow.

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  • sorenbarrett

    Fanciful, short and nicely done

  • Tony36

    Love it



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