RUIN
A Poem inspired by the ideology of the name I put my musical content under, Roses in RUIN (on Youtube!)
All that remains of us is blood and bone.
The bodies waste away, the souls go home.
We Heaven-sent of demon-blood have flown
through stars that shimmer in the brooding gloam.
Our crumbled kingdoms stand mighty and tall.
The vines that choke them sprout gardens below.
Corrupt and radiant, we each are all
reaping the very seeds we once had sown.
Nature unites the armies of mankind,
for we are all the same within her mind.
About the Creator
Lizzy Rose
I am a poet, fiction/fantasy writer, as well as a cosplayer and cover singer on Tiktok, Instagram and Youtube. You can find me elsewhere at the link below!
https://linktr.ee/lizzyrose12
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