owlsyndrome:

Clash of fire and brimstone, fury beneath the hammer’s clamor

It was the sound of lost dreams as he witnessed hope’s betrayal earlier.

breaths bloom above the broken glass, skinned and strung- dry blood swam the river of corpses

mists start to fade away and let go of twilight, yet the light is still missing. the moment in between; to test if the soul would be quick enough to find its body or vanish as the sun arises.

dawn weaves the morning calls of life, rebirth the sound of enterprise and time.  The phoenix rejoices the rejection of disappearing bodies- strife

and as the lilies receives a new kiss, the sunflowers wonder why the sun constantly runs away.

It was the sunkiss- no it was the sparrow who flutters every morning- touch my fingertips, nest between the blades of leaves underneath the canopy- away from me

I long for the day where clouds rule the sky- shoo away the golden drops of ray that burns my being. I long for the sound of crows showing off their mightiness together, forces everyone to stay inside their shells.

and when the summer breeze chills, and autumn leaves fall. I’ll know what naught I have missed, but will feel it in my chest, can you hear my heart beat any less?

hey look it’s a piece I wrote together with tim, lol.

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