Thursday, August 16, 2012

Bare bones in paradise

A kingdom of glass, of lightning-flame forged
in towering ascension
Hauntingly flickering, as a rock-solid specter
from wayward dimensions
Translucent spires with spear-cutting peaks
and tinged with red
Flying buttresses mounted astride earthy dark
in this home of the dead
Death whispering soft, cold air rushing past
in unseen icy streams
Luring us deeper into the velvet abyss
of unrested dreams
Kingdom and castle, buttress and spire,
ever-growing in size
Feeding on life-blood of unborn ambition
unto its very demise
Dreams be alive and live to be murdered
in an agony of neglect
Glass kingdoms blooming on the dry, bleached bones
of a dreamer-elect
Fragile yet strong, remaining vast unbroken
though pierced through
by beaten bloody fists of one suffering soul
ever and anew
A ruby streaked tower, beautiful, terrible,
a reminder to say
A dreamer may dream by night, but we claim
his dream for the day.

2 comments:

  1. Kingdom and castle, buttress and spire,
    ever-growing in size
    Feeding on life-blood of unborn ambition
    unto it's very demise


    Good

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