Into The Incandescent Light
by Amanda Harris


Into the incandescent light consumed
By the lean and famished moon;
A sweeping typhoon, I am befallen to the thin air
Whose lulling dissipates with clandestine fog
Suspend nothing but the barren log-
Shelter, solace, I spotted thee
Aghast within the perpetual distance
And growing farther by the reminiscence
Effervescent daggers lunged at the blue colossus
"Thy blood lies, but the fruit of mine own
Toil and passed stone
Thousand burdens burning bright
Efface from my peripheral sight!"
The swipes beheld from a boisterous hand
Struck flesh upon the Tattered's command
He laments between subtle seas
For only the pride in his knees
A desire to lie in the brazen bone
Of centuries hence condoned
He shot back that vacant, cold stare
Which stood lifeless as his inability to care
Where lecherous faces drew the ire
In his self-perpetuated fire
To bare the calling towards the blackest abyss
As his body curled heavy with the ground's last kiss.

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