Flickering;
Crumbling;
Falling;
Fading;
Burning essences of the ember—-
Dismember;
Dismember;
Dismember;
Bitter, cold—-all thee will remember;
Coursing into ruin, burrowed within the murk—-
Dreaded articulations bound to lurk.
The murk;
Murk—-
Murk;
Murk—-
Golden rays obscured without a doubt—-
Tormented words toss about.
Headfirst dive into a sorrowful midnight—-
Burdened by a most secretive plight;
Dreams fading far away alongside the light—-
So eloquently did the night invite.
The murk;
Murk—-
Murk;
Murk—-
Easing gently into eventide;
By the rules of macabre notions will thee abide.
The murkiness opens, submerging the sky—-
Offered a speech, but words sound far too dry.
Leading a way off towards the catacombs after dark—-
After all, ridicule snuffed out that eye’s little spark.
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the Murk ✓
Poetry"ʜᴇᴀᴅꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴅɪᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜱᴏʀʀᴏᴡꜰᴜʟ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ- ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴘʟɪɢʜᴛ; ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ꜰᴀᴅɪɴɢ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀʟᴏɴɢꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ- ꜱᴏ ᴇʟᴏQᴜᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇ." -- A poem.