Know This
By h2whoa
A silent echo ripples Across the blackened waters Of my conciousness And the curls of smoke From a forgotten fire Emerge from a ring of trees. The ice shatters already Broken limbs, As one by one The wistful wooden wonders Succumb to the Blizzard King's Fiery, choking grip. A collective cry as we hit the ground, The stars weep with forgiving compassion, Whilst your steel talons Disfigure my face. There is a fork in the road now But I hover. Know this: I am reality. Written December 17th, 2001 © on Dec 16 2001 09:22 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"A silent echo ripples..."