I tread a forgotten path, the hidden secrets it may behold;
The sun's dying hue, shall the darkness unfold;
The night may be aloof, callous like a dismal abyss;
May it be a tepid warmth, charming like the moonlight eclipse;
But i shall keep the fire burning, the beasts or the beauties the future boasts;
I shall keep the fire burning, the lying demons or the true ghosts;
The night sky may be immense;
I shall shine under that greatness;
And blind the world with mine.
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The world to a poet
PoesíaRandom rhymes and tepid times, My weird wants and witty whines. Moral, immoral , these are just lines, May or may not hold symbols and signs, The path to glory, I guess is not my story. The glow of sacrifice, I'm never that nice. The hardship and st...
