Dangling from the edge of a sorcerer's cup,
Fingertips clinging to an infinite death.
The crackling cackle rips through the air,
A deep animosity crawling under my skin.
Battling it out in a wizard's duel;
Only with pure integrity will the winner shine through.
Spinning in a daze,
The eyes grow weary;
The cup it spins,
I can't see clearly.
Pen poised, I touch the paper,
To write my way free of this will be my greatest adventure yet.
The sorcerer she grasps,
My wrists are in pain.
I cannot escape,
My tries are in vain.
To float on the wings of a butterfly,
Gliding through wind and sun.
To pull me from my treacherous journey,
With all my battles won.
The sorcerer she lays, slain on the ground,
Her pride ripped from her prior.
To gaze down on the body of a once sung hero fills me with terror.
For her demise was all of her own partaking,
The crystal ball sits in the middle of the marble room,
Untouched.
Perilous.
YOU ARE READING
Cosmos
PoesíaMy third poetry book; inspired by a mixture of love and hate, and developed around the sole basis of the cosmos, which without, we would not exist. *All work is my own*
