I died a thousand years ago...
Lifetime upon lifetime.
Fire and flames have consumed my many names.
The tumult of years has forgotten their king.
The souls of hundreds scream out across the void...
Space and time turn and warp according to the balance.
Dancing among a thousand years worth...
Life upon life within the celestial symphony.
Fire and flames consuming every page...
A lost name among names.
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Ripples in an Obsidian Sky
PoetryThese are many of the poems that get stuck in my head randomly, almost like a song or beat poetry in a way. I must warn you, most of them can be rather dark or sad. But I find solace in writing them. Anyway, maybe they can help you get some peace t...
