Category: Writers Block
There was a storm on the horizon
And the sound of beating wings
And a wild joy in destruction
Striking terror in all living things.
Time stood in awe suspended
And the sky cracked to pieces
Lightning harsh and bright
Illuminated the inky night.
The world was awash in icy light,
Moons made of beaten silver
Rose on lands whose wild freedom
Taught me joy and pain and grief
And the hearts of unsung peoples.
The sun, dripping molten gold,
Struggled up over the horizon,
Hanging like a swollen eye
Glaring down in timeless fury.
Emotion makes fire and light,
Quickening the beating heart of the night,
In fire and shadow we are undone,
Spun out of the stuff before time.
The dreamer sleeps fitfully,
His dreams are filled with fire,
His heart burns with desire
As old as the stuff of light and mist.
In a time when souls were built on a whim
When death and life and desire were simply
Different sides of the same time,
When wings were spun out of the stuff of shadows,
And voices were made of cold starlight,
We could touch the world's beating heart,
Or become part of the winter sky.
Time is the death of all things,
Ever turning like the sun,
And so I took wing in the silence of night
And let my soul carry me
To a place I know in memory.
I left the dreamer behind,
And bitterly he sleeps,
But when he rises from his smoke dreams
His spirit you cannot keep.
Darkness is older than the light,
Intertwined with what makes infinity,
And you can't burn the elements down
For your dream of false eternity.
And when the rest is said and done
You will see me in the sky
As I was before you cast me aside,
A creature made of starfire
A daughter of the night,
Made up of the only things
That existed before the dawn of time.
Element songs are lamentations,
Nothing more than echoes,
But when they wake from their sleep
Your souls they will finally keep.
awesome writing
even though I have no sense of rhyming? lol
Super so your writing style
Still yet not all read
just somehow a
way so neat
so very neat