Accost ! The moon and the sun have been united,
the rose and the violet have been spited;
and now they both tumble in eras of grey,
for now petals rumble over every dismay;
and we hear their fallacious voices,
the wrath of having made the wrong choices;
and now in much haste the jokers have lost,
because having a taste is much expensive a cost;
and now the queens are screaming for the battle,
the kings are making do with their clothing rattle;
now the bells are chiming underneath the fury,
the sun is rising over the moonlight's jury;
and the shields lay amock sleeping to their doom,
as the predators come closer, come closer for their boon.
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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...
