Prometheus Rex
and there was hope in your eyesas they were lost in the blue
of the depths of the skies
for the pieces of you
and you spoke for the thunder
in the dark, for the clay
as a new light was birthed
and from night came the day
and from the clay gazed the master
and his eyes were so bright
that he gifted the new son
with his pieces of white
but the son could let go
of perfection in kind
and be no more of snow
but remain always blind
Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-03-27 at 00:30
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