I tread through the golden symphony,
mixed up with the painful sear of shed glory,
the blighted runes highlight the dead's lurk,
kicking me down to the shores of blur,
the blare of sirens speed down the alley,
crackling the stillness of the dove's beacon,
beasts crawl to my graven altar,
ushering a long and bitter era,
I fight the ward of the moths that feast,
on the drink of my flame's mellow list,
blood rushes past my ocean colored seas,
the filling the void that seethed to being,
the painful cast buggled my mind,
squeezing the drop of life out of its Nile,
in end, I edge for the longness and peace,
but meet myself at labyrinth's starting peak.
I want to thank God for giving me the Grace to write this. It was different from what I was used to but I hope it was a good different.
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PoetryPoetry allows you to discover, And gives you the gift to recover, Giving you the wheel and compass, To venture through the bypass
