The prelude of the slowly accumulating chronicles of Shiva, the Eminence.
A WIP connected short story thingie, where I just write about a self-insert Sith I created.
I have never wrote a Poem in my life btw.
And if you know my other work... I haven't forgotten that, I'm just unsure on what to write as I'm an impulsive idea writer and have been focusing on voicing and writing story ASMRs
I will fear,
for what I don't know
that Shiva comes,
and deals my final blow.
In the Eminence's embrace,
you mustn't weep,
and stare death in its face.
Once the battle has been done,
and what new day has begun,
where the battle once clung,
the absence of noise is strong.
It's you who mustn't be to keen,
for Shiva,
she won't ever be seen.