#prose.from.a.rose: - ELEVEN
(What a coincidence, this is the eleventh piece of poetry in my first poetry book from the small poem collection named "From the Future" too).
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My butter fingers dropped the telescope I was holding,
and now my tired eyes defined by eye-bags can't see Venus anymore.
I'm closer to twenty than I am to eighteen, I gathered that much.
But now I have to sweep the floor to get it rid of glass so I actually meet it instead of my maker.
These affairs are tedious, and I know the phantoms of the night are getting up to much more than I am, behind the protected shadows, in darkness' arms that hold them tight from sight.
They shouldn't let the night hide them like that, not when I carry light with me. I've set off to find them and to burn their secrets to the ground, and do much worse to their minds.
But they keep running like the wind, to unknown places that become known as soon as I set foot in them.
I only want to see them break, I want to hear their chants from beneath the grounds. They think they can be warlocks, wielders of dark magic. Satan kills them and God makes the moon glow like a star. And we all know that they've gone too far, they've gone too far.
So far that they can't come back. So far that they drown in black. So far that they have lost track. So far, yes, now I see them crack.
Break to die to burn like the rest of the coal that fuels the fire that lights the bottoms of the silver clouds that you wished you could touch but you never can.
The clouds are the houses of angels and they fly far above you, near the sun whose gold you tainted with your twisted symbolism. I know what you do, and so does God.
That's why you can't have Heaven, or peace, or light. Because you lived a life of darkness and deceit.
You're just celestial coal. A meteorite becoming brimstone. And we all know where your story goes from there, so let's leave it at that, shall we?
Yes, we shall.
You wanted it all. And now look at you. You're no-one, nameless and forgotten.
They don't know you, I don't know you, you don't even know yourself.
You're a ghost.
A burning meteor engulfed in Hell's flame never Heaven's light.
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Prose from a Rose
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