Might Of Right. Eternity, Solemnly, Sips Rum.
Hum Of Butterflies With Darque Faeries Riding Atop.
Mop Up All The Blood.
Flood Of Thoughts From Voids Of Heinous Holocausts.
Doings Of The Little 1's While The Stars Happily Mate.
Hate?
Gate 2 A Paradise So Richly Perceived.
Retrieved Weapons Of Ultimate Enchantments.
Nights...Ah Yes, Yesternights.
Yesterdays Become Only Supreme Nightmares.
Warriors, Ultimate, Of Some Lost Cosmic Slum.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 26th, 2023 12:22
- Comment from author about the poem: Fantasy Is A Mighty Phase Of The Awakenings, My Friendz.
- Category: Fantasy
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