Purple flashes streak the sky,
Neon angels tearing apart.
Dreams vivid, they stop and start,
As life, falls apart.
Her graceful walk a hobble,
Her legs torn to the knees,
Bloody skin sheathed in neon hues,
Her eyes dark, a single blue.
As the battle starts, a fluroscent shower,
Pulsating strobes of light shatters.
Lands collide, bridges crack,
Her anger, now defines the land.
Moons explode, debris rains,
A dark sun, now bloody hail,
Destroyed is all but she,
Fear is none, but she.
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A muses musings
PoetryThe tepid wandering of my imagination through dimensions nonexistent. Or in layman's terms: some freaky shit
