Starting was never easy!
Staring down the barrel of sudden dismay
It meant the
mind grew lazy
It has come to this place
Where kings stand servant and peasants wear gold
The time
is now "my sweet"
The alter is nigh
The first cut is the deepest they say
But not as deep as this
This death is bliss
the sky comes clamoring grey
Like dancing shadows in a light less space
It is a dark
time my love
But not as dark as this night
No other shall hold this shade of coal
This ash of ego, this soot of "minds"
Each night that proceeds this
Will compare with midday
The sun will compete to stay a fire
As the father beholds this time in eternity
The sun shall seek shade
The fight will be no more
This is not the end but truly a beautiful beginning in
doves eyes
In loves eyes...
Within you seek no rest
A fire consumes yet preserves tactile limbs
An ever
blazing fire of... blue
Skies that kiss the mourning
As sorrow say hello to goodbyes bade by
Singing crows...yes! Singing crows
For here lies a feast
Here lays the dead of days
The spark of sorrows
Here lies lay and here lays days
Of a kings' sacrifice for honor
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