Destiny, Is Calling Me
....And we knew that life was not our own ?
Kiss the sky her moon she waits; diamond formations
Pearly gates there is no verse to claim this dust: whence borne
Clarity, be visions his burnt ashes their macabre tis no phoenix rising
A theatrical tomb ? Ten thousand shores gathered aneath her sea; fantastical
Lotus lores where diablo sleeps: in hedges be six where time she creeps....
Shadows lurk of broken prose idyllic concessions, fragmented rhyme ? Phantom pages
Flaming tides leviathan swirls a swift reply ? Sickled cross the child awakes; crimson love her reaper, plays.
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