An Awaiting Fate (AwSprite) Wk-4

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Beauty of pure heart and

Pearlescent glow, oaken

Shelter curling into

Palatial waters drifting

Slow.

.

Verdant leaves arching

Back to kiss the blackest

Soil, ripened peaches

Plucked from vines that

Gently coil.

.

Reborn into everlasting light,

Where shrouding shade casts

No sin, feathering winds a

Bare touch upon taffeta skin.

.

Wreathed in cloth of

Willow-wood, gathering

Beneath a clement

Moon amid dew-drop

Bells opal hewn.

.

A paradise of isolation,

A wanderer alone, the

Darkness of iridescence

In maroon blood against

Stone.

.

Buried deeply within the

Earth, hidden from Elysian

Fields, hands of flaming

Flesh work with no harvest

To yield.

.

Crisp rays of molten heat

Grasping souls in chains,

Awaiting years of wearing

Work underneath

Unbending canes.

.

A living wall of toiling bone,

Parched of throat, beside

Their master seated on

Volcanic throne.

.

Iron oars of woven spokes

Creak and turn, inhaled

Breaths of inhuman cries

Flail, glow and burn.

.

Heaping bodies in

Purgatory plead,

Craters of dust and

Sulphur swallowing

Withering wounds

That bleed.

.

Endlessly looming, tall

Ebony gates, awash in

Greying shingle and

Lands of slate.

.

Purgatory lost in paradise

Where fellowship of wilting

Embers wane - paradise

Lost in purgatory where

Flowering blooms in vain.

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