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Tranquility
Contributed by
Arcturusmengsk
on
Saturday, 29th December 2012 @ 04:39:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
war
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The crows give their final call,
Leaving wings of black unknown.
They float and drift through the snow,
Their tracks masked by the airs' brimstone.
The silence is the shattering phenomenon,
It swirls and crushes my sides.
I grip on a flask of a sounds' aileron,
But it breaks down and hides.
The rain manifests itself with vehemence,
Flowing down in thin lines.
Its appearance is the shrouds' feebleness,
Of the fortitude of such lies.
The fine mist sleeps on the loam,
Being made by varmints' plasma.
It smears the scene of the dome,
Splattering seeds through the miasma.
I turn and turn but to no avail,
The specters keep on emerging.
Their vacuity is their only grail,
That fills the voids' verging.
The thoughts come forth once more,
Yelling and howling and scowling and wailing.
They never recognise anymore,
The trainquility that they're assailing.
Copyright ©
Arcturusmengsk
... [
2012-12-29 16:39:06] (Date/Time posted on
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