Ummm...I Never Gave This Poem A Title..The demonic legacy that stretches before meShapes the destiny of my time, And the monster of green envy gives way Only for the silver wings Of the shining Ark Angel Whose formless arrows to come forth And impale the strongest of hearts With tender loves first quickened beats. Both time and space are rended into shards As an icicle against justices iron hammer |
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