And they both are standing,
in this otherworldly tower.
Surrounded by the ravenous vines,
from which animals only cower.
And now the sirens of idyllic mayhem,
have granted them their earth and their moon.
For their day is but only vast,
and will not end on this tropical monsoon.
So they do confess with electricity,
their happy ending they will find.
Because they have deemed that such true love,
has always been but a dutiful blind.
So come forth a mayhem of trepidation,
let the tempests brew in despair.
For this couple, they will waltz,
even as the demons shatter them bare.
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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...
