A cornucopia of wanderlust rushes through your heart
And out comes the sign of a daisy-covered altar
Bleaching the wind beneath your limestone arches
Giving rise to the spindling spider unburdening its web
Let yourself be cuddled within the feral carnage
Of a crawling lullaby seizing the perfection
Only crafted by a darkened rainy day prolonged
By the flutter of a butterfly's wing in the night
A twilt knighted fighter emerges through power
Of outdated appendages, ignorant and stumbling
Into the daytime needed to cleanse the confusion
Of his or her worship in the picture of a castle
As if it is her, as if it him, as if it is only an idea of reality
Plastered across the pages of another digital escapade
Landing in the marshes that make up your life now
If only you could be found in that messy forge
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 12:29 PM UTC
A cornucopia of wanderlust rushes through your heart
And out comes the sign of a daisy-covered altar
Bleaching the wind beneath your limestone arches
Giving rise to the spindling spider unburdening its web
Let yourself be cuddled within the feral carnage
Of a crawling lullaby seizing the perfection
Only crafted by a darkened rainy day prolonged
By the flutter of a butterfly's wing in the night
A twilt knighted fighter emerges through power
Of outdated appendages, ignorant and stumbling
Into the daytime needed to cleanse the confusion
Of his or her worship in the picture of a castle
As if it is her, as if it him, as if it is only an idea of reality
Plastered across the pages of another digital escapade
Landing in the marshes that make up your life now
If only you could be found in that messy forge
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