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The Abditory

Lyra S 

To the dead trees of these Black Hills. I smell the rain from this sill.To the silver in you, but yet surrounded in gold. To make weapons you need the heat, not the cold. To the Emerald Isles of Jade. I see the colors amongst the land, in beautiful cascade. To be caught in a constant, destructive tornado. I set my eyes,heart and soul , to the prism I was bestowed. To the flow of divine whispering breeze. All I needed to see this world, was the keys. To the night, filled with balls of fire. To grasp them and see them nearer is my desire. For this world to see these Opals of iridescence. In the tick of the minute, it becomes evanescent. To the shine of Sterling. Is the chains holding this world from returning? From the balcony of my house, I look at the sunset. I await every night for another moment. If I could imagine the scent of this land it would be of shag,draft and the sea. I want to speak to the ruler of this land, to one day obtain a decree. To the catacombs of Prague, to the top of the castles in Rome. Is the Charcoal stained forever, on these pages of this tome? Am I the Alice to this Wonderland and I forget? I made the contract to be a benu, to be your eternal abet. To the gray murkiness of the mires. The void was the flint , to help spark this fire. To reawaken the dead volcanoes in magma and Sulfur. To the title, to the fine print that's vulgar. In trinkets, phren, Titanium, ash , and sonnets. Amongst the aurora, I saw a comet, When I first saw this world I tasted the apple. and then I saw the serpentine. I hope this world never fades, if so in memoria I made a shrine. To inhale the plague in the air. In this world I also started out bare. To have goosebumps, yet I am warm. Under this harvest moon, a lycan you will form. To the novas, to the edge of the black hole, into the abyss. To the rings of royal diamonds of the Queen, I have to kiss. To the brown suede , I want to caress. Is it is so crazy.. to obsess? There is always a secret to tell. With every hours of restless nights, I hear a bell. I could care less about the deadly seven, when Im willing to sacrifice them to the four horsemen. Where in this world, there is timelessness and pure zen. To the speeding projectile of Copper. This place will always be sealed, in Amber. This oasis is just a dream. Still, I see the Ivory that will always gleam, So I, return to the dwelling on the river, and I await. Alone, I sit and let the sands of Giza determine my fate.
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Submitted on October 29, 2016

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