unsheatheA 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 Author
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