Shades tempt an oblivion within
My soul, longing for completion
Ingests these noxious scents
And suffers their poisons
I seek a spirit true!
A hand of incandescence to grip my own
Why don’t they route this pit of shades?
This pit that is our earth?
I tend the inner incandescence
With breath held,
And head bowed
I release my light
The beams extending in all directions
Liquefying the benighted mists
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
Shades tempt an oblivion within
My soul, longing for completion
Ingests these noxious scents
And suffers their poisons
I seek a spirit true!
A hand of incandescence to grip my own
Why don’t they route this pit of shades?
This pit that is our earth?
I tend the inner incandescence
With breath held,
And head bowed
I release my light
The beams extending in all directions
Liquefying the benighted mists
