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A place within the night
The icy tomb of chaos grows
Formed of spite the world knows
Reflected light won't pierce the snows
But deep within a fire glows
The height of shadow coalesce
Hardens the cage to dim the less
Transfixed by what can cause your mess
When dark deeds born dawn your distress
These motes of dew they crystalize now
Each line in the design yet they don't know how
Their sentience is stored, made to strain bow
And though they think they're free, they're made to cow
Patterns of light born given form
And through each flake a winter storm
The cold of callous instilled from born
Within the malice of sweetest forlorn
A significance sought within the cost
Compassion a calling that they've lost
But starlight shines against hardened frost
Piercing the dark of shadow's moss
Warming within, the tender touch of soul
Wilting the woe of shadow's hole
You lost your hands to grip my whole
When you decided by lives you stole
I wondered why you taunt me so
When it was you lost your soul
When the diamond reverts to dimly coal
And sorrow your daily fight in whole
Crisp the cusp of contagions climb
Within the canvass of the divine
Past the fumes of evanescence, mine
Within the light, this hallow shrine
Motes of light that bear a name
Amid a sea of darkest flame
When the free have right to claim
And love within we can sustain
I whisper down to the jail's heart
Wondering if you still bear it's part
Or if it all you let depart
In the interest you sell: "smart"
I wonder if you hear the light
I wonder if your heart could right
If you can perceive heaven's dark delight
You'll earn your place within the hallow night
The icy tomb of chaos grows
Formed of spite the world knows
Reflected light won't pierce the snows
But deep within a fire glows
The height of shadow coalesce
Hardens the cage to dim the less
Transfixed by what can cause your mess
When dark deeds born dawn your distress
These motes of dew they crystalize now
Each line in the design yet they don't know how
Their sentience is stored, made to strain bow
And though they think they're free, they're made to cow
Patterns of light born given form
And through each flake a winter storm
The cold of callous instilled from born
Within the malice of sweetest forlorn
A significance sought within the cost
Compassion a calling that they've lost
But starlight shines against hardened frost
Piercing the dark of shadow's moss
Warming within, the tender touch of soul
Wilting the woe of shadow's hole
You lost your hands to grip my whole
When you decided by lives you stole
I wondered why you taunt me so
When it was you lost your soul
When the diamond reverts to dimly coal
And sorrow your daily fight in whole
Crisp the cusp of contagions climb
Within the canvass of the divine
Past the fumes of evanescence, mine
Within the light, this hallow shrine
Motes of light that bear a name
Amid a sea of darkest flame
When the free have right to claim
And love within we can sustain
I whisper down to the jail's heart
Wondering if you still bear it's part
Or if it all you let depart
In the interest you sell: "smart"
I wonder if you hear the light
I wonder if your heart could right
If you can perceive heaven's dark delight
You'll earn your place within the hallow night
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Just absolutely beautiful piece!
There's nothing more to say, it's magnificent!
There's nothing more to say, it's magnificent!