Deep crimson color Seeping from these open wounds Scarlet blood letters Advertisements
These blurry eyes rubbed Awakened from deep slumber Thus Mornings embrace
Falling rain covers Drowning waters of deep blue The storms pounding rage
Look upon the waters reflection. See the heavens reflected by the rippling surface. Starry sky as if night has risen from beneath the deep. Let your eyes become captivated by such display. The lights painting pictures of its horizons upon the waters. See it come together, the dance between the heavens and the water. Starry
From its destruction uncertainty was the drowning effect. Yet reason came flooding back. The light that once shown. Miles of space now hung once again to breed light. A star was born.
Surrounding darkness trying to find refuge within these cold bones. Finding warmth beside the basking light. Carrying it’s dim light amidst the shadows that dance from its touch. I sit by the fire enjoying its company. Keep me in knowing that the light can shine even in the darkest of places.
Ever present flow in eternal unrest through Acheron. Charon carries through the river Styx. Tartarus now holds in Hades’ hands. Staring back, the face of death.
The light reflects the steps taken. Once prowling in the forests trails. The fox basked in light now swirls with glowing ember. Breaking away with rhythm to find proper footing. Standing on two feet to the beating drums. Heart enthralled by the flare of the light. Bring into effect a new dance, watch and applaud
Clouded hues masked in light. Nights surrounded within an ominous sight. Ripples across space and time. Upon a dream of oceans, riding tides. Echos seen as tales of an epic voyage sought. The darkened horizon casts its shadows. Reflection moving unclear and blurred. Wavering weather wrestling whispers, whistling wishes watered with windy waves. Sailing through,
I’ve been hearing women trying to be trap queens. While men no longer gentle, trying to be kings. All Kongs, trying to be gods. 3 am, covered in sweats, thoughts running around blocks. So watch me quick to move hands around clocks. I still work, trying to survive above dirt. Seeing racism still prevalant, though