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Helvengens Pavement

 
This is how carpe died  
wings cut,
kicked to the ground  
free falling, no back up shoot
 
Fool, to think the moon could be held
 
they say, a million shooting stars
illuminated the sky
they still sing, how the wolves of the world howld
on that cold November eve
plummeting through dispares
hallowed embrace
sinking, deeper into darkness  
He looked up, the eclipse  
all blood stained  red
fitting, he thought  
opening his arms, laying back for  
that inevitable crash
 
Fool, to think the moon could be tamed
 
The Coroner, could not determine
cause of death
neither could they understand, how
something so evidently broken  
could be so beautifully preserved  
 
Fool, to think the moon could be won
Written by Carpe_Noctem
Published | Edited 28th Jun 2019
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