Wordless is the poet in my chest
Crisped in my heart’s far-reaching balefire
Down, down I fall from ardor’s fiery crest
Gone is the soulful “v” of birds bound west,
The jesting gleams and grins of grounded fliers
Wordless is the poet in my chest
***** filled with rhythmless detest
Inspired by the world’s abundant ire
Down, down I fall from ardor’s fiery crest
Lucifer fell from the light, the blessed,
Yet found his song, reborn into the fire
Wordless is the poet in my chest
Wait! What sweet sound does now pierce my breast,
Mending my heart’s felled flesh? - A lyre.
Slowing my fall from ardor’s fiery crest
Unbound is all fervour, all thought repressed
By spirit rising, rising ever-higher
Wordless is the poet in my chest
Up, up I soar towards ardor’s fiery crest
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 7:18 PM UTC
Wordless is the poet in my chest
Crisped in my heart’s far-reaching balefire
Down, down I fall from ardor’s fiery crest
Gone is the soulful “v” of birds bound west,
The jesting gleams and grins of grounded fliers
Wordless is the poet in my chest
***** filled with rhythmless detest
Inspired by the world’s abundant ire
Down, down I fall from ardor’s fiery crest
Lucifer fell from the light, the blessed,
Yet found his song, reborn into the fire
Wordless is the poet in my chest
Wait! What sweet sound does now pierce my breast,
Mending my heart’s felled flesh? - A lyre.
Slowing my fall from ardor’s fiery crest
Unbound is all fervour, all thought repressed
By spirit rising, rising ever-higher
Wordless is the poet in my chest
Up, up I soar towards ardor’s fiery crest
