Sunday, February 14, 2016

Under Spell or Cacophony

Under ancient spell, all shall fade.
Rusted gears, stops the clock.
Old dreams, old beginnings.
In sleep, everything shall fade into eternity's darkness.
Shattering glass the blue of the sky, becomes the red of the evening sun.
Under spell of time, all shall turn to dust.
Forgotten memories, heart's emotion.
Broken gears, the clock is done.
Old history, new pages.
Shattering glass the red of the evening sun, becomes the purple of shadow.
Blue the night sky, green the new beginnings.
Under new spell, all will soon begin and end.
In red, ash,
The rusted gears, fade into dust.
In blue, the sky and sea.
New dreams, new beginnings.
In green, tomorrow.
In one's heart, nothing is forgotten.
In purple, the shadow of yesterday.
Under ancient spell, all shall fade.
In shadow, the monster.
In light, the angel.
In black, burning sorrow, anger.
In white, a song of joy, peace.
The monster, the angel.
Under ancient spell, one shall either fade or continue.
Or together exist.
Under spell, shall the world exist.

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