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Random ThoughtsYou can have anything you want in this universe. It just comes with a price you’re probably not willing to pay
In a realm of midnight hues and stardust sheen,
A being thrived, where hearts are seldom seen.
Its wings a canvas of the cosmos' gleam,
A creature of the night, a whispered dream.

This faerie of the twilight, bold and fair,
With skin like moonlit silver, starry hair,
Its eyes, a depth of space no light could mare,
Held in its hands a choice beyond compare.

With tendrils coiled, a throne of power sought,
In exchange for the love its heart had brought.
It rendered its own pulse to nether naught,
For dominion over shadows it fought.

Its heart, a crimson pebble, dropped in tide
Of ambitions vast as stars it could not hide.
What cost for dreams in endless nights abide?
The trade of life's own essence, self-denied.

The universe proclaims, in silent scope:
"All is yours to hold, to touch, to hope."
Yet silently it warns, on downward slope,
The steepest dreams come tethered with a rope.

So ponder, mortal, on this creature's lore,
Each wish you whisper opens fate's own door.
But brace for prices you've not braved before,
For in your grasp, you'll yearn for something more.

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Description
Random ThoughtsYou can have anything you want in this universe. It just comes with a price you’re probably not willing to pay
In a realm of midnight hues and stardust sheen,
A being thrived, where hearts are seldom seen.
Its wings a canvas of the cosmos' gleam,
A creature of the night, a whispered dream.

This faerie of the twilight, bold and fair,
With skin like moonlit silver, starry hair,
Its eyes, a depth of space no light could mare,
Held in its hands a choice beyond compare.

With tendrils coiled, a throne of power sought,
In exchange for the love its heart had brought.
It rendered its own pulse to nether naught,
For dominion over shadows it fought.

Its heart, a crimson pebble, dropped in tide
Of ambitions vast as stars it could not hide.
What cost for dreams in endless nights abide?
The trade of life's own essence, self-denied.

The universe proclaims, in silent scope:
"All is yours to hold, to touch, to hope."
Yet silently it warns, on downward slope,
The steepest dreams come tethered with a rope.

So ponder, mortal, on this creature's lore,
Each wish you whisper opens fate's own door.
But brace for prices you've not braved before,
For in your grasp, you'll yearn for something more.

more images on nadavrock.com/
join waiting list for t-shirt of this design nadavrockprints.com/