Door of ProfecyA Poem by SilvanJust something I wrote in a haste. Not sure about my thoughts on it just yet.Door of Profecy By. Silvan A force among us cladded in scales, A hunger so strong it fells our sails. A gravel platter upon the table, Black with food for those who were able. It is all bittersweet. Metallic flowers spring around, New life rises from the ground. I see golden gates and shadows of white, Infinite oblivion infects the night. All is forewarned in prophecy. Trumpets call our names this morrow, Scissors snip our bones and marrow. Zues’ throne lies above as we grow deep, Dragging thye soul, the valley keep. Sleep young one. Forever is at your doorstep. © 2019 Silvan |
StatsAuthorSilvanWinston-Salem, NCAboutAmerican/male/doing poems as a hobby. Only write if you close your eyes and listen. You don't need ideas when you hear the words calling back. more..Writing
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