"Cellar Door"
In the old days of forgotten lore,
She sat within the forbidden score.
Time never tasted a lick of her gate.
She was hollow…empty of a meaningful fate.
Not a single word blessed her an identity.
She only had one name to call a delicate amenity.
…A few syllables slipped her the persuasion,
Carrying the answer within the equation.
Verily, she was a literal intonation —
A lavish construction of sounds to color every shade
Of nihilistic jade.
"It's called Cellar Door," she said.
"…It was my essence and nothing more."
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Author's Note: It's been a while since I've posted a poem in this fandom, but I'm kinda glad that I finally did once again. I hope you guys enjoyed this. If it's difficult to understand the language, shoot me a PM and I'll answer any questions that you might have. Otherwise, I welcome any interpretation that you might have.