Cerulean Reflections   (Soliloquy)


O' soul, how could twilight's dawn appease
which vision will lend me liberty
a mere reflection that I am
falling in steps to dance of death
my ink's magic stands askance
besets my own inequity
wrap me in silence against threshold
beseeched spliced by lightning bolt
my reasoning will grow in hands of cold.

O' noble one, the earth shall cry
seared upon my deepest core
crimson tears beyond my reach
innocence rebirth in fortress of fear
seduced and nestled in sweet delusion
truth smiles as it leaves me weak
Tis beauty, thy creation
such purity I ne'er knew, thusly
imitations value none thy own.

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Written by Vee (Rina)
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