And so the translucent hands of the wind,
battle against the vengeful souls of the sinned.
Whilst they roar on this hot-tempered afternoon,
crimes stain black on the disheartened moon.
An eclipse has fought to emerge,
one which murderers glimpse with feelings taut.
For after living such an atrocious nightmare,
they know their lies have already been caught.
And as they regret and bathe in wails,
the good ones come and lift their sails.
They bring knives and slit their throats,
only to claim their righteous hail.
For in a battle against the evil,
the good can never attest to fail.
For in a battle against the evil,
victory is their only existant grail.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
