Cau ModryA Poem by getinthecarpleaseSeal the twilight robes in the mountain gallery The void of stone and pillar shall guide thee In the illuminated hallway of a haunted chasm There exists only the fires of war and the spoils of the sea By a knoll of both archaic grass and ash and sand The cold lingers along a warm path of land An oculus leading to the rock which crushed them The quarry stands with a frigid touch of a lost hand In the morning With subtle breaks of dawn Another day by summit Shall be forever in noonward perpetuum The dusk calls for the tears of the sun As the love rises And they'll vanish in memories Of childhood fantasy and destinies The master stone has fallen The legend still shimmers in a house By which the voices carry their tone The words of the actors In visions of home And so the lighted lament the sojourn Crafting the art of brutality Scratching upon the visual poem The love of the undergrounds Real winds flowing from the mouth of death Intros and outros of egos and pathos Peace and forgiving wanders in the black halls Forever they'll whisper their presence
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