glass-glass-glass
Broken wood and shattered glass,
fallen doors, torn windows - and holes, holes,
holes in the wall. Pits of blackness,
fits of darkness. And glass - glass, glass
all around, crack and growl and shatter to bits,
but take me in your sharp embrace
and never let me see the light of day.
Rage, rage against the rising of the light.
Let night reign eternal o'er this dying world.
Rage, rage against the rising of the light -
the hand that tore these trees by their roots,
the eyes that watched The Lifeless Ones burn.
Rage, rage against the rising of the light.
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Ephemeral Obscurity
Poetry❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in what...
