Misty world full of frost
Bone-chilling cold with burning souls
Ravaging passion turning wild
A roar broke out,
deafening the fiend.
The deformed face:
sacred, divine.
From tragedy rose a ferocious knight,
willing to struck prevailing bias.
Nothing can stop untamed desire;
to change the course of the unjust empire.
With valor from eternal wound,
she tantalized wicked and vile.
The deformed face:
sacred, divine.
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The Voice Inside
PoetryWelcome to the world of surrealism. We are always accompanied by a voice that resides within. A voice questioning every move, every desire and everything that comes in its way. A voice sane and serene: illuminating us of the cosmic realities hidden...
