The power hits like a dart.
It penetrates through the concrete...
Torn between two worlds I stay
Upon this middle ground – the sky so grey...
Through the purple meadows,
Along the yellow pines...
From whence the dying flames were defeated
Cometh those whom were consumed...
Blood falls from weeping sky,
But all along, the gods were to die...
The angel of death is always near
she sleeps in my wake...
Angels high whose
Wings won't fly soar...
Please forgive me
If I fail...
We don't read anything
Don't flip the covers...
In a well
A dark abyss...
A busy city
In the middle of the world...
This is a poem that i just did a while ago so if...
Spacious dreams...