Black smooth and ornate
Eons in its design.
Hell glows at its heart
Gears grind, turning into the void; sublime.
Springs, Rings, Mechanical Parts.
Churn, Burn, turns...
They labor deep in the dark...
Onyx chrome sleek and full of mystery.
Eternal Engines deities.
Sparks fly, a roar deeply shakes...
The secret earth coil tightens.
Energy is loose...
That ponder and aspire.
Madness at matter.
All that is hidden
All that's desired.
Deep; unmoved soul
It waits and conspires.
Mysteries of the engines eons fold.
Dark, intricately carved by a divine hand.
A talented mechanical mind.
Humans with nothing to hold
Secrets of infinities coil...
A hand bleeds bold.
Of things humming in the dark...
With hell that is its heart
Crimson and amber bright
Aglow in the sacred night.
Buried deep within oblivion eons-long
Gears grind turning to the void, sublime.
Casting visions into the cold…
Creation marches to the song
Of spheres, as gods steer
Copyright © Jehiel Taylor | Year Posted 2021
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