Black silk and stars
Scattered like dust:
Birthplace of our wars,
Greed, power, love and lust.
Revolutions erupt and die,
For new worlds to be born-
Of truths and a lie-
But each to a path forsworn.
Scorched skies rain ashes-
Prophecising phoenixes and flowers,
Incinerating past gashes,
And shrouding unprecedented hours.
All spinning toward nothingness,
Yet struggling to not.
Scrambling to escape oblivion's harness,
And the return to naught.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
Black silk and stars
Scattered like dust:
Birthplace of our wars,
Greed, power, love and lust.
Revolutions erupt and die,
For new worlds to be born-
Of truths and a lie-
But each to a path forsworn.
Scorched skies rain ashes-
Prophecising phoenixes and flowers,
Incinerating past gashes,
And shrouding unprecedented hours.
All spinning toward nothingness,
Yet struggling to not.
Scrambling to escape oblivion's harness,
And the return to naught.
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