Dazzling dancers wearing their crowns
of feathers and spikes all around.
Blood matted on the polished floors
glitter like rubies,
a treasure to behold.
Mindless gatherers welcome the song,
the chanting, the crooning,
their minds are deluded
from the tangible truth that
nothing is solid,
nothing is clear,
wield a presence,
and you shall know the true fear.
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Reflections of a Pisces
PoetryHey guys! I love writing my thoughts and emotions out, so I thought it would be best to post my poems and short stories here! Take a peek inside my mind ;)
