Swarms of
Rabid vultures
Flocked in perilous
Formations, plotting
Their descent
Upon fragile, frail, and
Unsuspecting truths,
Blood soaked moons
Wept their regret,
Over a scorched, and
Barren Earth,
Where justice lay
Entombed within
The broken promise of
Its own fulfillment, and
Waited for the glow of
The messianic light
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
Swarms of
Rabid vultures
Flocked in perilous
Formations, plotting
Their descent
Upon fragile, frail, and
Unsuspecting truths,
Blood soaked moons
Wept their regret,
Over a scorched, and
Barren Earth,
Where justice lay
Entombed within
The broken promise of
Its own fulfillment, and
Waited for the glow of
The messianic light
I'm gonna try to experiment more. I love classical forms, but they're not all there is.
(edit: well, judging by the lackluster response: I can only surmise that it must be pretty terrible, huh? Suppose I'll try again later)
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