The Dreamer

The Dreamer

A Poem by Ripped Denim 💜

Fallow aeons crossed

amid sea of frost

to unknowing star,

set in bed of char,

cerulean orb,

birthing handsome hoard.

Hunger in its eye...

too rich to pass by.


Explosive feeding,

ash veil shades breeding,

feasting at its core,

sleeping, growing store.


Life-force sapped, wilted,

spirits gored, stilted.

Teeming life bled raw,

bred for a dark maw.


Streaming animal panic,

eld alias satanic.


Ageless silent possession

of this mad, mad procession.

© 2015 Ripped Denim 💜


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Added on December 2, 2015
Last Updated on December 2, 2015
Tags: Apocalyptic, Science Fiction

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Ripped Denim 💜
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