Sheering Withins Toils

And you see they are dead…

Dying…

Alive…  

Disdain of the skin.

Lust for the fruit.

Paradise fell from their hands.

 

And you know they breathe…

Gasp…

Break…

Child of the king.

Or maybe his tool.

Their city walls fell that day.

 

And you inspire the skies…

Galaxy…

Collection…

Holes in his body.

Down the street, a birth.

A mystic thing, forever’s love

 

 

Reviews

[Dandelion]

I love your word choice but the way you set this one up sort of threw me off. It's good but could be revised.

[Calypso]

Thanks. I'll work on it.