A dance of crimson red and a clash of silver light
Guided by the perilous melody that hums inside
Fate plays it's cards as wild masters wield their swords
A battle of wills where only one keeps their soul
They continue this insidious saltation as the sun keeps time
Till the melody dies and the light leaves one's eye...
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YOU ARE READING
From Within
PoetrySometimes some thoughts keep bugging me or when life gets too much for me, writing is my relief. All the thoughts or emotions that try to consume me ; I write them and as my fingers dance over the keyboard I find peace. These writings are a glimpse...
