It had discovered
A small shaft of darkness
Wriggling from the pain of light
A mere whispered phantom
Haltingly treading a miasmic path
Continuous dewdrops of ocean water
Leaking from saddened face
And its twisted self
Enveloped in putrid strongholds
Of offensive thoughts
Though veiled in
The absence of light
It has met its match,
A burning flame,
The flowering torch
Of another heart
With moth- like trance
It has followed this luminous being
And become itself
An entity of inspiration
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 4:12 AM UTC
It had discovered
A small shaft of darkness
Wriggling from the pain of light
A mere whispered phantom
Haltingly treading a miasmic path
Continuous dewdrops of ocean water
Leaking from saddened face
And its twisted self
Enveloped in putrid strongholds
Of offensive thoughts
Though veiled in
The absence of light
It has met its match,
A burning flame,
The flowering torch
Of another heart
With moth- like trance
It has followed this luminous being
And become itself
An entity of inspiration
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