THE VERNICIA ARCHIVES
II. Daphne
Helleborus Odorus
A toxic temper
A hand that shakes
And sweats blood essence
Loneliness became your sign
And obedience is a constellation
Undone for all you gave
And hoped in return but never came
Cardinal sins are meant to be true
In between dead darkness we'll pray
For a ray of day and a drop of Daphne
And a whisper of lullaby in your hair
Opened up as chrysalis
In bloom they stare
At Un-Fate and daimons
And all we should say.
- L.C. Noctividus
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