Days twist into years...
It walks with bleeding wings.
Ripped off of its roots, bone slit
Left to rot...to grow in vain
It's eyes observe the azure doom
Above and Stretched, bright...too bright
"If the world was such a shade of gold
Why be blind at my screeches of agony?"
They say loosing tangles one in pain,
Death...hunger leaves none to next days.
Every syllable of torment doesn't compare,
To how exhaust render its soul in pieces.
Where's the life in its smile?
To which land did tears belong?
Meaning...what's meaning ?
It reaches toward the jagged cliffs.
To fly.
Wings spread wide.
Enforced with ichor.
Armoured in might.
Tis beauty makes a woman no second
To her power, the unyielding sword.
It soared low ... stooped high at its will,
Cut through the mountains, commanded the wind
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I, Of Carnage
PoetryI, of carnage, great battles won... Yet human I think not, Immortality I wish not upon Saw you bloom...
