unsheathe

unsheathe

A Poem by winter;lyra

Golden plates at our table
Silver spoons sink in
A crystal glass of wine
To poison this river
Such a flavorless youth
Such a flavorless death

So

Hide your soul
No moons and suns follow you today
Relinquish the essence and go higher
Higher
And even higher

Beneath your soul
He knows who you are and where you live
He knows your sins and all you hold dear
His claws reach higher than you think

Unsheathe your soul
Abandon form and become singular
Let yourself go
Further
Further and a bit further
Reach the depths of the void and consume the essence of truth
He reaches high
But you reach
INFINITY


© 2016 winter;lyra


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Added on September 13, 2016
Last Updated on September 13, 2016