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Her Chosen Darkness

When the world awaits the hero’s light, She waits for the villain who’d fight, Not for the world, but just for her, A love so strong, it makes souls burn.

In the abyss where shadows play, Where he'd cast the world away, In his dark eyes, she survives, With him, her villain, she feels alive.

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Whispers of Rebirth

In realms of fire and light, where dragons roared and phoenixes soared. Two worlds apart, yet fates entwined, by love forbidden, their souls aligned. A prince of scales, fierce and proud, a princess of flames, gentle yet strong. In shadows cast by ancient wars, their love roars and passion soars.

Wars raged on, with blood and flame, the dragon clan lost to phoenix’s claim. To save her love, she broke the chain, and took him in, despite the pain. A slave he was, in her embrace, in silent love deep within. He loathed her with burning rage, yet in his heart, her shadow stayed.

She set him free, defying her kin; unseen by him, her life would wane. He grew strong, returned to claim his heart’s delight, yet found the grave where she lay, and wept beneath the endless sky.

So he waits through endless time, for her rebirth, her soul to meet. To show the love he could not say, the love he’d never shown. A timeless vow to life’s rebirth, she came again, for him.

And in every life and every realm, in every dawn and every dusk, in countless worlds, my choice is clear, I’d find you love, every time.

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Lost

Lost in the pages of a book, drifting through stories, with feet off the ground, her world on hold. Steam from the tea softens her view, like a bird on a tree, watching the play unfold. Deaf to the world, the book's all she knows, lost and found, in this strange paper world.