Welcome Creation Once More
Breakneck pace, livid lies and lace.
There is no place where I belong.
Where skies meet the seas,
salted waters always flee.
Where mountains pierce the heavens,
I am split amongst the seventh.
Where the caves meet the core,
my flames still seek out more.
When nothingness becomes me,
I welcome creation once more.
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The Dragon Became a Modern Poetaster
PoetryPoetry is a dance of words, a guise of flesh, and a reprise of thought. The myths of old are forgotten on modern tongues. Such adventurous spirits seek new vessels - fresh words to don and call their own. We shall write them home, you and I. Let the...
