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I -
A foolish poet,
A naïve dreamer,
Am in love with
The moon and stars

I thrive in her fervor.

I -
A broken nymph,
A beautiful tragedy,
Dance on a cliff
Of melancholia and depravity

Cradled by a sea of ignored pleas.

I -
An obsidian bird,
A wistful soul,
Laze within whispers heard
Atop a frigid wind's toll

Lost amongst a liar's attempt to cajole.

I -
An invisible flame,
A lavish escape,
Travel my woodland haven
To breathe, to flourish, to forsake

Those who color my future opaque.

I -
A darkened artist,
A vibrant believer,
Paint the world with chaos incarnate
And love with the devil's cleaver

Simply - a gorgeously wicked creature.