The Gem
To return to the beginningI must conclude the end
Reject my own reality
In mystery depend
Sail on down the river wild
beyond the high ravine
Caress a swallowing waterfall
Let myself be calling in
In broken boulders find the gem
That holds the story lost
Dash my way through mountains hard
Find me, at any cost
The swallow of the forest
has begun to take it's toll
and in the dephts of reedwood
to the grave my gem will roll
Bright white and cold as ice
Shine like a million suns
The gem of my creation
No longer will arise
Back to the river wild
and up the mountain high
I'll boulder with the waterfall
Until my story, it shall die
Breaking through reality
Taking backflips on the suns
Swallowed by ravines in me
This wicked dancer runs
So long, devine interventions
This is the dancers call
Devoured by dimensions
This wicked gem must fall
The swallow of the forest
has begun to take it's toll
and in the dephts of reedwood
to the grave my gem will roll
Bright white and cold as ice
Shine like a million suns
The gem of my creation
No longer will arise
Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2009-02-28 at 00:18
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