A Monolith
A monolith do not know the touch of flames, but it is forever in searing painIt does not know the touch of love, yet it does not stand tall in vain
A monolith do not know fear, but it exists in a state of dread
It is not alive, but it lives on as undead
A monolith do not mend, it is damaged and deformed yet still immortal
It does not bend, it breakes beyond the perception of every mortal
A monolith do not know grief, but it is ravaged by sorrow
It is the embodiement of oneness, but inside it rages a storm of diversity
Hidden in dark depths, not hollow
Not dead, just shrouded in obscurity...
Poetry by Rex Panthera
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Written on 2007-03-12 at 09:53
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