The Clarion of Vainglory hath transpierced my Meekness;
My resolute Will hath expunged the very syllable of Defeat.
I stand unconquerable... a Lord of Ashes!
Having forsook the Maker’s Clemency—
For the hollow Gilding of my own Soul
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 11:58 AM UTC
First step, our eyes clash—
Like startled sparrows taking flight.
Autumn leaves flutter down,
Carrying my heart into the twilight.
Three words linger on my tongue
(Soft as petals, heavy as stone),
But my pulse steals them away
When your gaze slips past my own.
Reality blurs—
A papercut silence.
Hurt blooms quiet and deep,
As our paths refuse to align—
Parallel, endless,
Yet never meant to meet.
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 8:54 PM UTC