Akphrastic
These tears-- the blood red tears and golden blood
And the blue flame that never ceased to drop in brightness.
As the world darkens and tries to swallow the writer's hope whole
The world turns its heart away as it strikes like a giant viper,
Striking the writer-- the warrior-- with everything it has to knock them down.
Only until a new light arrives shall the writer pick up the pen again.
And only then will the writer start to fight back.
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