This poem will have two POV:
* = First person
** = Third person/Narrators/Past
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*
The tranquility of the night left me bare,
Touching my soul with nostalgic emotions that swirl in my head,
Using the stars and constellations to blanket me with despair,
I wonder — how did we ended up here instead?
**
The riches he has made everyone around him inferior,
Together with his fame — is his power that made him superior,
A fellow felt the rusty taste of bitterness that thrive deep in him,
Swarming his whole with the smell of jealousy.
Never better — the snake had slithered into the cave,
No one knew — the golden staff of the king had been depraved,
Then many know — the noble had turned against,
Then many watch — as the kingdom's monarch commence.
The fellow had drown himself to the tornado of resentment,
Finding himself tattoed with spite when he felt his warmth,
And the impending storm swelled with his anger and abhorrent,
With the dream of ravishing the whole place in torrent.
*
But I never thought my deep hatred will put a wall between us,
Leaving us to rot in hell, filled with mistrust.
-Love, Luminekoygk.
P. s. To ever write a poem with many POVs is one of the hardest things to do; I'm constantly worrying whether the audience will understand, that is.