Ars Poetica

I was afraid, to chip away, this crystal, dark and icy,

To bring it much to close

To Flames -

But he, he did it for me.

He ripped apart my soul, my thoughts, and darkness fell upon me,

I thought I’d see in time

The Flames -

And followed him quite blindly…

Denial, child, did not help much, nor did your tears in absence.

A symphony and notes

Of flames -

Divided into silence.

And still the story does go on in one frozen forever,

That thrills you, lets you feel

In Flames.

Your mind sold to this captor.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Thursday, June 24, 2010