ObscuraA Poem by The Winter GreyTo the dark, my friend, the dark.Welcome to the city without a heart, Where only foolish men trod. Feel the travails of your unborn future, Oh, aborted child of God.
Your heavenly face, lost in shadow, The fury of angels bid. The clockwork of your mechanical soul, Could not your emotions rid.
We are the sons of purgatory. The daughters of oblivion.
Farewell to the city without a face, Blood from a blackened rose. The ache and the crawl of leaving it all, You, and I, and they - will know.
Fractured, you are fierce with paranoia. The tremble and snap of the frame. The hands create a shelter from the storm, And reach out to perjure the fates.
We are the sons of revenant. The daughters of advent. © 2011 The Winter GreyAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on December 9, 2011 Last Updated on December 9, 2011 AuthorThe Winter GreyCoffeevilleAboutName: Dalton Lee Marks Age: Unknown Height: Quite short. Weight: Quite light. Hair: Black, curly, too long for its own good. Eyes: Light blue, encircled by a halo of darker blue. Rel.. more..Writing
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