Bonded wrists were slit
and signatures of droplets
coerced the pages of the past
from their bindings -
the ground iced over
When they appeared, faceless in the sky.
The moon ignited into flames and frigidly the sun quaked.
Solar bitter wind breached the gaping
orifices of the blackened abyss
looming from each...
a smirk for the idolatry, obssessed gerrymandered maps
planted firmly in the ground.
Those that need not, heed not
the trumpet that they sound.
Sounding the siren of the damned;
the polished glass of ornate and empty reflection. Silhouette divergent aggression emancipated from on high,
the gaping maw of these embittered
creatures descending the cracked
plaster sky;
smiling down as icy Consumption
gluts its ravenous appetite for the skin of all nations
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A New Chapter
PoetryPoetry after the change. A new vision of disaster and spirit. Less optimistic and more.
