Louisos
10-13-2008, 04:15 PM
Liquid silver crashes to the ground,
a puddle of beauty, a puddle nevertheless
scarred with the blade of mal-regard
the silver loses all.
Dropping it, I cry out
to the heavens, to the hells
of fiery beauty, celestial horror
inverse propaganda confuses water and fire.
I try to pick it up, with hands cupped like shovels.
It will not work, it is lost forever
still beautiful, but somehow tainted
with a darkness as pure as hell.
Cheers,
Louis
a puddle of beauty, a puddle nevertheless
scarred with the blade of mal-regard
the silver loses all.
Dropping it, I cry out
to the heavens, to the hells
of fiery beauty, celestial horror
inverse propaganda confuses water and fire.
I try to pick it up, with hands cupped like shovels.
It will not work, it is lost forever
still beautiful, but somehow tainted
with a darkness as pure as hell.
Cheers,
Louis