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Moonlight graces naked contours,
Pale blue satin draping sun-kissed silk.
Scudding shadows traverse their way
Over smooth terrain with
Cold, thick light upon baking earth.
The clumsy gods grab hold of the clouds,
Borne away on the howling winds
From terrible, rising power
Where deities and holiness have no place,
And fearsome thrusts will pierce the darkness,
Bringing forth screams of agonised joy
As molten metal spews within
The centre of inner midnight
And fucks the life from me.
All that I have,
I give
For you to break.
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.
