Look into my void
with eyes of lust
for the unknowable,
to my shadow,
afraid of the light,
and sing of dusk.
Bring before me
the valor of nobility
from the hands of a peasant.
Reach through the pyre relentless
for my burning soul,
and I will rise a thousand times more
for you.
Man, the language of this piece just resonates. It's straight fire.
Thank you @moeknows. :-)
You know how to hit home @mamadini!
<3
Need some deep breaths after this poem. A magic carpet might be useful too.
<3 I am so glad you are here.