To Retain One’s Soul
One Must Free Their Will
To Lose Their Mind
Clothed in calescent winds
Bastions and barricades fray
Devoid of first principles
Harlots and Heretics play
Corroding the weakened Wingspan of the ancients
Vaunting the wild aphrodisiac
Of the acquaintance
Emerging consequences
Of cerebral emissaries collide
Killing that which
Is engraved with aesthetic pride
Underneath the iconic
Presence of the pantheon
Perched above a burden’s delta
Onyx eyes
Oversee the inescapable
The stoic crow seers the soul
Calmly calling out
Nature’s laws
Causing a sardonic
And symphonic applause
Once again
The dew must rise
Once again
The few must thrive.
About the Creator
Jared Peet
Just a poet observing the patterns of existence.
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