All things are bound by time,
this is the curse of the living.
She was a sphere of dying memories so sublime.
a selfish goddess worth forgiving.
Through the travesties of war,
to the exquisite suffering of countless deaths.
A history of strife and dreadful lore,
immortalized by her ardent caress.
The forbidden bite of immortality,
she was always there.
An eternity of agonizing tragedy,
everything crumbles around her so wonderfully unfair.
Time saps the essence from all,
except for those she cherished.
The love of time is a paralyzing fall,
refusing to allow our pain to perish.
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Nocturnal Lullabies (#Wattys2018 Winner)Poetry
Even within the deepest and most hideous depths of darkness, we may find a glimmer of beauty. Gothic, gloomy and macabre poetry. Featuring works inspired by phantoms, occultism, vampires, cursed maidens, tragic monsters and other haunting themes sur...