We celebrate the beginning
With warmth that keeps you full,
Cold enough to keep you on edge
A world filled with sin and hate
Keeping up the adrenaline
Feeling the rush of excitement
Millions dead. Billions alive
Blood pours out, all-consuming
Beneath our eyes, fire lashes out
Tickles our toes
Pokes at our ribs
Breezes past our shoulders
We celebrate the end
We laugh as we burn
We feast as we die
But we are just the ashes
The memories, the lessons
Left behind in the Hall of snow
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Poems Forged with Lightning ⚡
PoetryPoems are not stories. They are powerful thoughts and emotions moulded into legible words on pen and paper. Poems are a reality, how it is perceived by the poet, in this case, me. --------ALL RIGHTS RESERVED-------- The astounding cover here is desi...
