Evenings...
Posted 09-03-2011 at 12:56 PM by Spadille
The splintered soul, how it falls,
It falls so delicately down;
It fears the rumble it would cause
If it plummeted to the ground.
The heavenly choir that follows,
allows it to shimmer momentarily;
Then it's consumed in fiery rapture,
until the red flames turn azure.
The splintered soul, no pieces now left -
consumed up by fright,
By the jinns inhabiting the land
by every growing mighty sprite.
Its' delicacy, that of a glass rose,
ready to bleed you dry...
Its' beauty, like such shattered rose,
on the ground, where in blood you lie.
TS - Desist!-
It falls so delicately down;
It fears the rumble it would cause
If it plummeted to the ground.
The heavenly choir that follows,
allows it to shimmer momentarily;
Then it's consumed in fiery rapture,
until the red flames turn azure.
The splintered soul, no pieces now left -
consumed up by fright,
By the jinns inhabiting the land
by every growing mighty sprite.
Its' delicacy, that of a glass rose,
ready to bleed you dry...
Its' beauty, like such shattered rose,
on the ground, where in blood you lie.
TS - Desist!-
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