Timelessness, suspended motion Darkness rises, silence reigns. Escape a futile, foolish notion Every struggle causing pains. Life or death, or all of both Like prison bars, I gasp for air. No room for helplessness or growth Nevermore the ploy for pair. Still we stand, cascading thought Manipulation of magic. The war a single battle fought The only outcome tragic. A hymn of me, outcry to thee A fate impending, spinning doom. A soul perplexed, a mind quite vexed Reveals to us, Clotho upon her loom.
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 02:28:47 +0000
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