With their opened eyes now see no light,
Upon sights devoured by nothingness,
Upon their reasonless reasons' thought,
Their blind tounges soon made the word: "darkness,"
With their once warm skin now feel no warmth,
Upon chilled fiery souls once unrivalled,
Upon their last warm assumptions strength,
Their frozen tounges soon made the word: "cold,"
With their minds now filled with thoughtless thoughts,
Upon eyes darkened by miracles' rod,
Upon skins chilled by the unknown's wraths,
Their fearful tounges soon made the word: "god."
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Interstellar Whispers: Volume 1
PoetryFORMERLY KNOWN AS: Poems of Petals by IamPDB Men and their offsprings had always found the time to wish to the twinkling children of the watchful silver eye of the night, before the goddess' spell befell their eyes. Little do they know, these twinkl...
