Reticent for fear of punishment
The Luvicrin keeps composed
Sweet and ethereal
She breathes in the world
While balanced on little green toes
The hope of man
She has a plan
Love will be restored in this realm
For as the Luvicrin is viridian
The land shall be green again
With her behind the helm
The Algramather
Once had buried her
Deep beneath the filthy ground of clay
But she reserved a love deserved
To share she found a way
No blood raven nor nothingface
Could eat at her resilient faith
She would replace the nothingface,
The Great Eraser she would erase.
And man would no longer be harvested as slaves
“Queen Gretchamel, you go to hell,” she yelled,
but the Luvicrin was dismayed
The day that the darkness would go away would not be now
For the oppressing shadow beasts did feast on light
Depressing was the absence of a ‘today.’
a/n: For "THE ALGRAMATHER" (the story) click here
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