Not DeadA Poem by CrimsonHintsA shell, hollowed out; a void of stone. Depths unbearable, pressures abound with no diamond glint. Light subdued by dull facets of granite. Fissures in a monument of old; the only adornment, a cobweb crown. The rays, not of a bright sun, but of a mystical aura. A jade poison emanating from a forgotten tomb. Not dead but buried and gone. © 2019 CrimsonHints |
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