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Grandeur fall
Where the light reflects
Swayed to awe
As the day injects
Intervene
With a burning ray
The smallest track
Of the smallest shade
Foundress guide
Once her breadth is plain
Sunlit way
To a naked claim
Given grace
From the shed of night
A following
Where the sun aligns
Shown to be
Where no face detracts
Coming loose
All the ink enacts
Left is harsh
Under heatless flame
A single mark
With a single name
Now behold
World in sharpest phase
Promised land
To extend the blaze
Stricken bare
Save the prints they make
In time they share
But a single fate
Lives they felt
In the safest days
All to know
Has long since escaped
Time will pass
And a history played
By size of acts
And their shadows made...
Where the light reflects
Swayed to awe
As the day injects
Intervene
With a burning ray
The smallest track
Of the smallest shade
Foundress guide
Once her breadth is plain
Sunlit way
To a naked claim
Given grace
From the shed of night
A following
Where the sun aligns
Shown to be
Where no face detracts
Coming loose
All the ink enacts
Left is harsh
Under heatless flame
A single mark
With a single name
Now behold
World in sharpest phase
Promised land
To extend the blaze
Stricken bare
Save the prints they make
In time they share
But a single fate
Lives they felt
In the safest days
All to know
Has long since escaped
Time will pass
And a history played
By size of acts
And their shadows made...
Literature
Napo2023 #2
DIY-Maze Lingering for too long only to loose my way all of a sudden... then treading on a path... leading... (no)where? 02.04.23
Literature
TSP Book 1: Project Orb Weaver - Chapter 38
- AO - Confrontation Madzistrale and Tom walked out of the Capitoline, shaken by their conversation with Abraham Solomon. Even though it wasn’t their world, they still felt like they couldn’t just let it happen. “I can’t believe that bastard compares human lives to trash in need of disposal!” Madzistrale raged. Tom didn’t answer; although he did agree to some of Abraham’s points from personal experience, he still felt that his sister was right into saying that giving up wasn’t the answer. “He doesn’t even want to give them a second chance, or use his power to actually create a revolutionary way of life. No! Killing them off like cancerous cells is his bloody answer!” “It won’t happen on our watch, don’t worry,” Tom reassured her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “But what can we do it, being the only two capable of fighting this?!” “Nothing. So why bother?” a Britannian female voice interrupted from behind them. The siblings jumped in surprise, and turned to face
Literature
Sweet Slumber
Blood cascades from my feet I weep for those I reap I lay you to sleep With misery and grief Blood demon come play with me Ravage the living Painting all my guillotines I'm not nice Woes, Howl my name I feel you pain The hardships, Strain Let the rain fall The filth can't wiped away The names that I caused to decay I see every single face Every single race The guilty hide among the sheep I sense the suffering I see the grief Things I see, When I'm sleep 9/19/23
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Originally written on September 10, 2014.
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Great flow! Well done.