By the grave, I saw the fluctuation
Vagaries of a riven mind
A lone spark among the degradation
Into that droning darkness shined
That dreadful sound, the tormentor of dreams
Now pierced by a silencing glow
Decayed shades unraveling at the seams
There, rays and beams began to grow
The creeping void that once swallowed my thoughts
Retreated plucklessly to lightless holes
Where it was drowned, deprived of depraved plots
That blackest din denied its tolls
From lustrous glare, I watched it run
From truest light, from sinless Son
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Poetry
PoetryThis is just where I'm gonna dump my finished and unfinished attempts at poetry.
