the frost of thunder,
the wretchedness of crimson-hued snow;
ought to persevere against the barred lands of acquiescence
bent under the wrath of blooming springs long ago.
the air fosters a hint of resilience,
on days the final train departs.
leaves bloom with splintering warmth,
flames engulfing the remains of whatever has been dusted off and broken apart.
there once was a night, where hamartia ceased to win
as it forsakeS the vision of shattering skies amongst foolish reckonings long ago been.
the blurriness of enigma shall, at some point, flourish to life once more;
when mighty worries and shallow dreams
rise to the hindering zenith of waters threaded from chaotic mist below.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 12:37 PM UTC
the frost of thunder,
the wretchedness of crimson-hued snow;
ought to persevere against the barred lands of acquiescence
bent under the wrath of blooming springs long ago.
the air fosters a hint of resilience,
on days the final train departs.
leaves bloom with splintering warmth,
flames engulfing the remains of whatever has been dusted off and broken apart.
there once was a night, where hamartia ceased to win
as it forsakeS the vision of shattering skies amongst foolish reckonings long ago been.
the blurriness of enigma shall, at some point, flourish to life once more;
when mighty worries and shallow dreams
rise to the hindering zenith of waters threaded from chaotic mist below.
