Tainted silence of noble skies
Abolish, quell, and demoralize,
My parched bones of brawny guise
Where angels wait and I am bound.
If I am true as the deeper dead,
Softer still, than the straighter, clean edge
Allow, remit my glad existence
As hell hurries with faithful hounds.
I trust the heaven's refrain as stoic's endure
As this waking persuades me with steady assures
Thronged bridges to the firmaments splits, ruptures
Where nowhere ends, Madness resounds.
No such firmament as ether profound,
As hell hurries with faithful hounds,
Where nowhere ends, Madness resounds,
And High Winds exult my anchored grounds.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Realms
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