Beauty of pure heart and
Pearlescent glow, oaken
Shelter curling into
Palatial waters drifting
Slow.
Verdant leaves arching
Back to kiss the blackest
Soil, ripened peaches
Plucked from vines that
Gently coil.
Reborn into everlasting light,
Where shrouding shade casts
No sin, feathering winds a
Bare touch upon taffeta skin.
Wreathed in cloth of
Willow-wood, gathering
Beneath a clement
Moon amid dew-drop
Bells opal hewn.
A paradise of isolation,
A wanderer alone, the
Darkness of iridescence
In maroon blood against
Stone.
Buried deeply within the
Earth, hidden from Elysian
Fields, hands of flaming
Flesh work with no harvest
To yield.
Crisp rays of molten heat
Grasping souls in chains,
Awaiting years of wearing
Work underneath
Unbending canes.
A living wall of toiling bone,
Parched of throat, beside
Their master seated on
Volcanic throne.
Iron oars of woven spokes
Creak and turn, inhaled
Breaths of inhuman cries
Flail, glow and burn.
Heaping bodies in
Purgatory plead,
Craters of dust and
Sulphur swallowing
Withering wounds
That bleed.
Endlessly looming, tall
Ebony gates, awash in
Greying shingle and
Lands of slate.
Purgatory lost in paradise
Where fellowship of wilting
Embers wane - paradise
Lost in purgatory where
Flowering blooms in vain.
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In The Depths Of Darkness (Poetry)
PoetryA scenic kaleidoscope where each poem is fuel for the imagination. Intriguing poetry portraying both dark and enchanting themes. Fantasy tales of original and imaginative spell-binding poems, also inspired by myth and legend. A world of unique...
