We clothe ourselves in ivy here
And in secrets we dare not share
Hide our knowledge in the stones
Of the caves in which we live alone
We bathe ourselves in lava there
In lost hope and much despair
Though we prayed for a diff'rent fate
The Fates have cleared this hallowed slate
But what about life do we know
Lying in ashen depths below?
Our twisted forms you to see
While gone may our bodies be
We tell you, children, listen well
Though we be trapped in our shells
Mess not with the gods you know
May they be of Vulcan or Volcano
In igneous we may look asleep
But we promise our vigil we keep
Over our village lost long ago
Although to ash we all must blow
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Cacti & Paper Airplanes
PuisiDeep collection of prickly sweet poems and songs. Topics range from friendship and exploring the life of inanimate objects to murder, greed, and death. Darker tone emerges later in the collection. Cheers!
