Look at the hope that lives,
look at the eye that gives!
There is no hope in this place here,
there is no hope in this obsidian tear.
Look how these hearts have spoken their doom,
over these wolves that are howling with gloom.
For now we have been blighted by their sadness,
now we have conformed to all their madness.
So take my hand in yours with splendor,
let my heart be blinded by this fervor.
For we are now victim to our own serenity,
we are now victim to our own insanity.
And watch as the leaves are blinded by his cry,
watch as the moon screams fire to his pyre.
For there is no hope in this place here,
there is no hope in this world, filled with bitter tears.
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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...
