Though bleak,
The fight was ended in less than a week
Spit, spat, plip, plop
Heaps of crimson spew about
"I now know..."
Falling.
Crawling.
Never really in doubt.
...Truth's so close.
Savagely arises unto thy toes.
Hope Interlopes
Tipping high, nearly breaking the bone,
blistering the lungs with a howl
a shriek, a shout, a call
to all
Here and about
Crimson on the face,
the face of destiny that awaits
"Almighty guides me,
The time if it is,
Shining
let
it
glow brightly
Is not the time greatest of the Earth?
Oh! Almighty, I yearn and thirst for the return of the truth in the people
God Almighty that Guides sends
me word of all Mighty"....
Bowing down as a whisp of the winds sends unto a juxtaposition of monsoons within
Thoughts in the nimbus clouds,
clean meditation of the soul's eye,
anticipating the touch of the illuminated,
hope
that meets faith like a glyph,
a gem,
a platinum ring.
It rays with,
with
the light,
so meaningful
The love embraces
the touch,
brings
you to heavens door
adored,
ordained .
Hope winning
ends the day,
a defeat was maimed
for
the moment
for
logic lay
queries
Days
amazing.
Battle raging.
Mind a blazing.
Never truly falling.
Lord saving.
Lay about the flesh,
flowing out embers, infernos,
burgundy river,
atop
o' that
scarlet mask,
of phantom
letting goeth of the breath.
Ascends through,
thy faith
brings,
thy love,
hope
to the lands.
