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I took a gander to the sky The indigo and pallid lilac lights Indulged in my resting place Concluding my days, I was imbued Lush and vivid strands of white Pierced valiantly through my view The solemn celestial light The forgotten lights renew Frigid hands reached out to me They left me there, in perturbation Of many mysteries I ceased to see The enigma of animation Reminiscence of a jagged pass That split and converged The contorted trails amass At its beacons they emerged In a symphony of light It descended In. Pure. White. Fervent ascension Beacon of the night, Praise be with thee, demon. An angel descended from heaven today It carried the key to my heart The blessed remnants of love to sway The notion that hailed their depart Of many caresses that stroked my soul The mirror that reflects my own parole I rest there in trance Embracing their dance Alas, I perished to their words An abrupt realisation unfolded As I found myself dropping to the surface, embedded in crimson hue The darkness flooded the gates I forgot they existed The numbness never recollected my will Alas, I dropped into their world An angel clad in crimson rags Obsidian tattered wings grasp A gaze so sharp pierced my skull Deceitful Mourning on my plagued remains, Lying On a scaffold of birch For I wished to see the light For I descended once more Praise be with thee, demon.
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Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
demonic
I took a gander to the sky The indigo and pallid lilac lights Indulged in my resting place Concluding my days, I was imbued Lush and vivid strands of white Pierced valiantly through my view The solemn celestial light The forgotten lights renew Frigid hands reached out to me They left me there, in perturbation Of many mysteries I ceased to see The enigma of animation Reminiscence of a jagged pass That split and converged The contorted trails amass At its beacons they emerged In a symphony of light It descended In. Pure. White. Fervent ascension Beacon of the night, Praise be with thee, demon. An angel descended from heaven today It carried the key to my heart The blessed remnants of love to sway The notion that hailed their depart Of many caresses that stroked my soul The mirror that reflects my own parole I rest there in trance Embracing their dance Alas, I perished to their words An abrupt realisation unfolded As I found myself dropping to the surface, embedded in crimson hue The darkness flooded the gates I forgot they existed The numbness never recollected my will Alas, I dropped into their world An angel clad in crimson rags Obsidian tattered wings grasp A gaze so sharp pierced my skull Deceitful Mourning on my plagued remains, Lying On a scaffold of birch For I wished to see the light For I descended once more Praise be with thee, demon.
Inspired by mythie's poem 'seraphic', I decided to give it a twist of my own. Related poem: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2263556/seraphic/
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Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
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