The Night Is Ending Away For The Reputation Poem by clawdea benat

The core value of a unicorn
Bliss is taken away by madness
Syndrome strikes,
Wandering away thy human spirit.

The tomb of a maiden, laid a princess
From the castle she was born
Detained, accused and died
Sought beautifully asking this question

Let the maiden history known the facts
Scorching here to there
The strong wind arouse and awaken
Fresh from the dust.

Let thy day respect the duties
A lad came to help fix the dead
The living must take responsibility
Its time to pay the dime

Hesitant, don't argue
Artifact from ancient mystery
All must see and wept
This journey of the soul.