A Child of Scheol (Other) by SupremeDreamer
Was born here-- raped, thin, pale carbon-kissed bones,
under the inglorious sun of ira-- savage spiritus exiled,
bleeding in the river ire, to expire as sand over stones.
Despair confessed to pathos, quickening the twilit dream-- silence
rips open his dried flesh, spilling the ashes in the waters
Tears be the gift of fools.
Recycled & absolved, what dust still remains flows
unto Edens' scarred horizon, gripped by the cold ruins
left from mans' luxuria; ebony moon replays the death
of eternity upon canescent fields-- the orchards'
shattered silhouette flickers:
dancing over the stillborn corpse, last son of Elysium.
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