in time the fetters lose their hold
ancient rhythms lost and cold
dust now settles blinded eyes
witness'd only by the wise
their tantrums dare to shake the earth
put to question each hearts' worth
with fickle words does knowledge sing
ignorance cloaks everything
when heartbeats wonder of the old
what secrets have they left untold
succumb to fear, the weak's demise
hidden in the knower's eyes
the seven eat the warmth of day
gnarled hands of tainted gray
hungry; boastful; yearning; foul;
lusted; hoarder; sleeping owl
sinful spawn she must appease
'we turn eight ways: one lock, seven keys'.
/shiver You have such a way
You have such a way with words.
I'm so excited ;; ♥
By Leuvr ♥
@ u @ moremoremore
moremoremore
that gave me a chill, right
looking forward to more ♥
Tracking for the sake of
Thanks guys B)
Please don't expect this blog to alter much in the next couple weeks, I'm very busy. But after that, who knows.
This thing will be back on a roll soon, you can bet your money.
Your writing is absolutely
I can't even- I loved how the
I loved how the words here rhymed. I had to mouth along while I was reading, I liked how they rolled off my tongue asdfgh.
Well written, GIMME MOAR.
MOAR WILL COME IN TIME. ONE
ONE DAY.
OVER THE RAINBOW.
I'll leave you guys to try and dissect the meaning of the words until then.
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