When the lustrous bullet of choices are made...
At its presence ready to aim its target, au'contraire...
One bullet ravaged with silvered memories...
Ready to fire with guilt and despair...
A flower affilitated ironically with my touch...
The solitude of its stems asking for alliance...
A pandora box of mesmerized alliterations...
Annihilated by a shattered moment of the defiance...
A rose that slithers its path over the stainless platings...
Covered with fur if innocence amidst one quotient...
Scurried within the darkness of a weapon's barrel...
Gleaming with beauty amidst the unthinkable moment...
The resonance of its hope just pursued in intesifying...
One gun too tempted with one choice to attack...
The paladin with the bladed wings of silver...
Now chosen to tremble its way to black...
The zero excursion of time imitating the glimpse of memories...
An exceptional trauma rotting the pages of its chronicles...
The exodus of deception winding its arms into the warrior's chest...
Invincible at first sight, but fading its grandeur against its spectacles...
The target in favor of the unknown...
Its power deemed hard to penetrate a petal...
Most likely when its vines have grown with sharp thorns...
The abstracted gun's legacy fading away to give up the eternal...
A weapon falling into the lineage of misunderstandings...
Must pursue to shoot in order to attain its durabilities...
Decipher its goal to maintain its lasting grandeur...
To become pure of all the inaccessibilites...
Guns and roses having a show down atop the besieged rock...
Unintended battles circling around the twist of fate...
Doubtful decisions waiting over the winding clock...
A choice one has to make before the prophecy's too late...
Its infinitude determined to prevent the phenomenon to cease its path...
Its eternal power now encased in this silver-lined entities...
An unstoppable force stealing through the starry night...
An impenetrable being traversing through the boundless uncertainties...
This regenade too much to delude this illusion...
It may just take a second before the bullet torments its destination...
But pulling the trigger of grief will nearly take forever to aim and fire...
A life full of secrets and truths, lying within this bullet of eradication...
Your petals growing seamless over the molten path of thorns...
Ready to be pollinated in its mature moment to persist...
The gun winced, concealed with its bloodcurdling screams...
Under the shattered bludgeonings it can't resist...
The thorns have overgrown into a blade of silver...
Easy to be tarnished within its shimmering positions...
Concealed against the incinerated moon and sun...
Under an eclipse mirrored with unintended intentions...
I've given time too much time to give me time...
This paradox must face into its deadlocked spine...
A history that an antique weapon didn't want to have...
Now in the hands of infinity to set out the end of its deadline...
My wrath cannot be conquered nor averted...
I have decided upon my target's decision
Fate predestined to commence towards its doom...
A prophecy that shall leave a carnage of incision...
Time has some for me to pull the trigger, I have only one shot...
Snapped wings of insomnia incarcerated with the target locked sang...
A speeding bullet shoots its way through the guns and roses...
Ready... Aim... Fire... Bang...
♥ Author's Note ♥
This poem is a true story... After letting go of the Ceramic Vase (check it out! It's also a poem in my poem collection "Abstraction") It was then I had the decision to pull it... And there it was over... :(
~Also posted as a poem section in the poem collection Abstraction :))
~Check out the sequel to this poem! It's entitled Tides and Lanterns and is solely affiliated with redemption :3
~Hey! Check out the third poem! It's entitled Stars and Auras and is a sequel to Tides and Lanterns solitarily associated with the downfll of my ascensions regin... :(
