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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required L i f e I sense your perplexed pulse within pirouetting pearls, steeped in sinister streaks, while fading sparks of dulcet stars swing from threads of darkness on the verge of vertigo, living in minutes caught in the crawling contradiction of tainted t i m e… O’ f r a g i l e hummingbird, I hear the hushed hymns hovering through the ebony haze, awaiting unlocked gates adorned with regal rubies, reflecting heaven that sings of the sacred. For in your lonely serenade, in bittersweet solitude, you raise fatigued feathers to the alluring azure, to heed the heartbeats of the halcyon haven, amidst your spirit drowning in dreariness, soaked in sadness, counting cursed crystals as blessings from the essence of this endless enigma~ d r e a m gliding in drowsiness, drenched in midnight terrors, flowing between technicolor tercets, etched in obsidian tears within the raven prose of Edgar Allen Poe, oblivious to the table set, serving chalices brimming with moonbeams and hope, as you’ve long tasted toxic embers from hellfires, in a satanic sphere that knows not the ingredients of peace, consumed with hate and prejudice, perhaps prewritten from ashes seized from the Hades inferno, a spring stolen from the valleys of dancing daffodils. So let me waltz beyond constellations of cruelty. It’s too late to save the world, to color the globe in lime green and blooming blue, as there is no winning when the devil sits on a throne of fickle flowers, where snakes slither through the narcissistic eyes of the emperor~ dressed in deception, eager to rule the weak and naive with nothing but the scorching heat of the serpentine sunsets, bleeding venomous verses upon your canvas that pleads and prays for compassionate clemency. I feel the rising of the merciful moon, embracing the wolverine warmth, filling the emptiness between wicked lines, k i s s e d by the weeping wind, as purple phrases across pastel pages, immortalize the poetic need to paint the world with l o v e and lilac...
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