Come in come hither, a story come to pass
Draping poetic fuckery out of my ass
When the raven crows and pigeons laughed
The day was thick and firey at last
Like those we worried would come and pass
Gathered in groups of hundreds or more
The fires and Heavens met skyward
Dynasty doomsday do or diers?
Or mothers and fathers of spiritual pathers?
Spirit is not meant to come and pass us
Tell me now and tell it true
What places did fires ensue?
Where did it come from and was it from you?
A rage built on pages and pages in the book of blue
A clock tick tick ticking on unset glue
We were burning up in firey couldrens long ago
With a cult of cultures one can't help but know
That we were meant for more than bottoms below
We were meant for light, love and laughter you know
It take one to know one and it takes one to grow
Cheesey we and cheese it may be
but love and grace in fire will be
All and all in ancestry
Do you want to your daughters to see?
You answered the question
Now what is history?
About the Creator
Equa Nox
I'm a somber and bubbly young lady from East coast of Australia.
I write poetry about lovers, the moon phases, the ocean and sex.
I aspire to be a fairytale artist and writer. Much of my paintings will be littered around my writings.
Love J
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