on erysichthon's felled oak,
lay a hamadryad
stone cold provoking
raging ire
so i gestured my hand to a single stroke,
borrowing it all to burn this city down
the things you can do on pique,
cascading from the peak
and falling into the lernaean hydra,
whilst choosing the three of swords from the destined deck of cards
a cluster of buildings melts
into issues ignored and undealt
who knew a single place held,
so much purpose
time would turn itself about in inverse motion
imposing,
more pristine and pricking
beings that never bled
with present being worse than past,
the new world knows
this was the tale from the start
and that blasphemy shows
reason being the prayers were wasted hours
let's all hold hands and go to sleep,
sit on the floor and screech
move to the lakes
and never wake.
YOU ARE READING
| musings harmonizing
Poetryhi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
