Industrial
Thick smoke sick rising
into the stormy iron-gray sky
industrial gears and pistons
grinding eternity…
Lightning lances arcane
weathervanes over
a filthy antiquated metropolis!
Wondering!
a wandering of souls at midnight hearts
rising to a dirty sky a tower of Crimson, high...
With dark and narrow windows, fly!
Built to last on desires of a Beauty
build to last, shadowing.
Divinity is a place serene in my dreams
an alternate realities
the place I find deep in twilight
a place far, far from the Hidden White
in the secret, scared hours
as industrial smoke climbs high
into a bruised broken sky
thick, graying to black rising
into a storm ominous sky...
a cruel
industry,
something promising...
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