Rosemary's Maybe
When there is no seeing
The eyes of Light disappear
Where multplied voices exclaiming
Are become faceless numbers of anguish,
Once joyous peals of laughter
Extiguished by ghouls draped in soulless facades,
Corrosive trails of utter chaos knitting chains of lie into a dark divide,
Something other than belief is born
No one there to see the dark become
An Inverted cross of destroying flames.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2024-07-19 at 15:05
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