The hallowed, faceless apparition... Again it floats into position... Surrounding states of warmth grow colder, his ghosts approach to palm my shoulder... With no more fear to shroud this mind, a hopeless bliss is all Ill find, but brightest flames yield shadows darker, so cast the scourge, lets light the spark, her kindling be the soul, its pains, I identify with what remains... The empty present, the blinding flash, Embedded deep in deathless ash, a breathless task, yet one thats passed, to return to source... to release the grasp. -CMBIII
Posted on: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 01:55:58 +0000
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