I hail from 'The Place of Gods.'
King Solomon was not a man And nor was he a king His foot did not first tread Terrak But somewhere unheard of and unseen
By Francesca Pisciotta5 years ago in Poets
There is something highly dire, There is something I must say Keep your friends at a distance. Not all of you will listen
Where were you when I was here? I am trudging through, the pain severe Sifting through the rough, black sand Do not forget, I am back again.
I’m used to looking through other people and not my own mind A mind I do not own and in them is where my reason lies He took it
If the stars are art, Then breathe. If they are not, You desire to leave. Oh but it is so hard To breathe in sync with the Earth
Feathered dragon Steps into the domain Where time does not run Like a river through the Boundless Plain She remembers The boats floating among the bound stars
Shadow Shadow How do you breathe? You take in nothing, only fear you seethe In blackened sanguineous streams Of prickling terror in physical form
There persists she whom exists In this vast world of universes She is a Lord of all under her Son Vast expanses down to the miniscule ones
