Arise
The swiftness of wind, elevated.
Cold skies spreading their gloomy wings.
A crow leaps, then lunges towards the darkness.
Pushing, penetrating the reaping clouds.
Thick white bondages, broken.
Faint scents of smoke linger, waiting.
An aura of orange pierces the atmosphere,
cherry blossoms burst into flames.
Sparks of a cold, empty pink petal waste away into the orange mist.
Swirls of heat and cold, clashing, the smoke grows.
Side to side, side to side.
Burning the illusion, exposing the heart.
Side to side, side to side.
Absorbing the pain, we must restart.
Standing still at the gates of the frozen Garden.
I take a step towards the stainless steel
I look back at myself, then back once more,
Petals from the entity passed through me.
Wind lifting me, soaring through the air,
surrounded by cold flowers, only then do I feel comforted.
As I land near the rotting roots I take a deep breath,
The pitch black void takes in all the surrounding light.
As the sky towers over in darkness, all that’s left
to guide me is the everlasting black,
illuminating my path to the throne.
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