You can find
me in a starless purgatory
Stumbling
towards the edges of the earth
So that I
may have a profound moment, talking to the restless moon
One that
speaks of nothing
But the
subliminal surrealism sublime to the subconscious mind
Forever
protected by a man’s humble heart
The infused
jewel revered as a sacred key to the blood haven of kings
Stricken by
a blood oath
That
sometimes causes the sky to burn of the color crimson
Reflecting
upon the dead seas that are no longer blue
Therefore
when the moon itself turns blue
Take my hand
as we are fated to dance within a well known heliosphere
Unchained
and unbound from the fading stratosphere
Claiming our
divine providence
As heaven’s
suns transcending in an atmosphere unforsaken
Thus
esoteric scarlet angels found heliocentric
Furthermore
rightfully cosmic in every sense of the word
Yet of this
limbo that I now wander; where the stars have no light
An echoing
truth will vibrate my vibrant soul
And I will
stand as a purified, vivified phantom eradicating this never ending abyss
Allowing the
moon that had comforted me to finally sleep in a peaceful slumber...
One held to
these lunar skies I am
Although in
time the elegance of my essence shall come inherent the welcoming day
~ Paradise's
Poet ~
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