The arrow bleeds scarlet;
Lashings of crimson decorate the interiors of my mind.
The inside of the world shines with implosion.
The stark night impersonates a sickening tirade of all that is unholy.
Enclosed in a silken box,
A jewel visible only to the eye that beholds the wisdom of earth.
A deep reverie of the twisted path of green and blue;
As sweet as perfume but a drug of toxic nature.
A piercing sound as death develops wings.
Deep in the amber shade of the autumnal parish,
The priest battles both bell and stair;
A mighty battle of wits aplenty,
Unto death the priest is brungeth.
A mirrored glade of flowers,
The sunshine wails for unbroken ability.
To bring to prosecution the eagle who saves our souls and sins is treachery beyond reason.
A mystery is the earth's exterior but to those with the power to control it.
The bursting clouds teem with tears,
To shed upon an overturned shoulder.
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Cosmos
PoesiaMy 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*
