Aveline

A.C Doomcraft

Sell me down the river,
Scuff me on the shoals
Paint palaces in my red ochre,
Your very own avelines hole

Disturbing how you dig me,
Get me altogether wrong,
Twisting, tainting my tradition,
You dont know me at all

Document the downfall,
Capture how I weep,
Clinging to the cadence
When I sang you sound asleep

Parrot pompous prophecy,
Aping ill ideals,
Lunging for divinity
But falling short of wings,
Come back to me.

  • Author: A.C Doomcraft (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 7th, 2022 20:36
  • Category: Unclassified
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