The night is young,
And artistry lies in the dark.
The perfection I can taste,
Far away from my tedious arc.
Yet to be begin, I stood pondering on rainy a night.
But lightning struck, alas! The blackguard’s flight.
I exchanged evil for purity,
Leaving the sad days off.
Filled with energy,
The ground rumbled at my every call.
To say I deserve less, might be a far-stretch,
But words don’t echo to my hearing, they divert.
Simple to a lay man, advanced to an expert,
Are my words, which tell a story.
The genesis of my creativity,
That begun from a lonely moment.
Maybe my time of grace, maybe irrefutable fate,
Nevertheless, my ingenuity awakes.
About the Creator
Damian
My mind is a universe of its own and I'm going to tell you all about it's stories
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Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
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Compelling and original writing
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very powerful poem that will resonate with many people.
I loved it!! It's fire!😍
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