I saw the living tones
I drank the blood of the ocean
I threw the first stone
And set up my the cloud’s camp
I lived by the throne
With a lit lamp
And the darkened skies
The cloud’s rain drops
Heard my cries
I revealed my sides
And the darkened skies
The cloud’s rain drops
Heard my cries
I listened for the end
But the light never shined
I hid my feelings
For they had no mirrored kind
I lost my spirit
The hearts fell to the ground
My soul followed the angels
The cloud, I found
I lived in time without end
I looked down to my heart
And saw the broken alone
For alone they turned apart
I breathed the fire
To burn the pillager
But the awoken choices
Of old, for they haunted me
I am the happy villager
Great poem!
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