Deity

In the darkness of melancholy and hate, you are the flame that keeps the void at bay.

If I were a crafter;

A forger of stars.

If I had the power to breathe nebulae

And weave galaxies from the motes of the sun.

I'd forfeit all, my dear, to be with you.

For your eyes shine brighter than any star I could ever make.

And your hands hold the celestial dust to craft the relics of eternity.

I would sacrifice my spacial masonry

To kiss you beneath the light of a sky of stars,

Carved by seraphs from the teardrops of a lovesick god.

For your word would drunkenly seduce my heart and omnipotent eyes to do and undo the 

works of eternity.

If I was a blacksmith.

Mason of stars.

I would give up my celestial hand.

To join my mortal one with yours.

© 2017 Crow

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Stargazer

I love this. I love your vocabulary, I love the meaning, I love the surrealism. You've just earned yourself a new follower. I love this. I love your vocabulary, I love the meaning, I love the surrealism. You've just earned yourself a new follower. Rating /100 1 of 1 people found this review constructive. Crow 7 Years Ago Thank you very much. I appreciate the feedback and the follow.

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[Stargazer]

I love this.

I love your vocabulary, I love the meaning, I love the surrealism.

You've just earned yourself a new follower.

[Crow]

Thank you very much. I appreciate the feedback and the follow.