Void

Of all four corners, one is blank

Yet she sought it beneath her empty soul

Of course to know she'd again sank.

Was she at all controlled?

A chat room, an inn and a horde are lively

She would never shirk away her smile even slightly.

Her vacuum appears only in the twilight.

May be an elf who sank into the obscure eyesight.

The void stays on her bright pillow

Doesn't move with any warm hug

It would make everyone know

Emptiness is there in her half filled mug. .!

Of all four corners, one is blank.

Of all four corners, one is blank . . .