Shield
Love saved us once, love will save us always
A storm beneath simple sight rages, damage severe.
As below, so above...rules truer than ever.
All existence in peril, rolling terror comes near...
The only shelter? A Bond the gods cannot sever!
Who or what could withstand such violent intent come here?!?
Something stronger than strength, wiser than the most clever,
A balance unbalanced, profound courage born of fear,
More than anything, true golden love unknown, never!
A dragon with star-scarred armor, born a lower tier,
A lovely rose, with rising flame, soul of pure silver...
Together, large and small the unbalanced, hold each dear,
From those two - brute and belle - Divine forged the world's armor.
A great shield against the surging tempest's snarling leer,
Made of gentle hearts, tender flesh, - crafted to deter,
A ship and lighthouse, alone from this darkness must steer...
Two kind spirits can move world's, with the right lever!
Tossed about in a sea of torment, their purpose clear,
Tinker and Dancer left to Fate - loss, pain will render...
Suffering for Higher Truth, chances for hope - shed a tear!
Love saved us once, and by their love, all will still endure...
J.R.H '21
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis3 days ago in Humans
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