Pain of the Tempest
collection of reflections of pain in new moon. (nope im not emo... im way to perky for that X)
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Darkness crawls cross the snow-white ground
Ragged gasps make no sound
Silver angels are kept at bay
Blazing stars are banished away.
Silver tears beset by thrashing streams,
Tossing their frothing white manes at the edges seams
Bleak gray clouds cloak the blue,
Like impending seraphs who judge the true.
Ethereal silver-gray eye glower-
Like razor glass smattered and showered.
Twisted hearts hiss masked lies-
With bitter mouths and forked tongues
From ragged gasps forced from lungs.
Luminous radiant dazzling bright
Conquered by shadows, the bleakness of night