What is thy choice? Life or Death?
By Northern winds that blow by dying chants of a fading Summer,
There spilled a simmer of blossoms, blooming by the midsummer
for e'er more unto the end of time, blooming by coasts of Spring's time
For what is the heart of man to the pure virtue of Spring's time?
Yet my dying soul, by my featherless, burnt wings as dark as coal,
submerged with the taste of Death colder than coal, he carved in my soul.
His voice smothered my cries, upon my sightless eyes, he broke the lie-
The lie of knowledge, for my demise, I bequeathed myself upon.
"To flame this world of endless seas as thou fly, to break thy great lie
"Is to see Death as thy start, start of ends, for Death casts you on
thy wings of endless broken, for Hope n'er brings its gilding token
Unto thy heart no more, as upon Death's slumber, thou shall n'er soar
For Death be the end of thee no more. Though Life be endless gore,
Life be the sea ere thy looming drown, the spark before the fire's crown."
When shall thee know the breakage of thy wings, Slumber's song it then sings?
Though Life be the last utter of breath before its brethren's barron-
There at least be of Joy's gilding lore, for of Death it be no more.
What is thy choice? Life or Death?
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ꨄ 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑ꨄ
PoetryLife and Death; Joy and Sorrow. They're just two wings to the same body.
