Weavers in dungeons
16 May 2016
Crawling Earth
Heavenly nature
Wasted flight
Burnt candle
Amorphous remnants of light
Hybrid beings roam
Scorching rays
A prison so bright
Morning sun
Shunned glory
The rebels face fate gory
Beads of consequence
The hand counts
Remainders of days
Centuries
Fly in hours
Counting the traces of scars
From wings’ extraction
Monster park
Theme of a nightmare
Creepers seed
With tight veins
Thickening branches restrain
Every free movement
Running still
Mouth a gaping hole
Motionless
Screaming void
Face of expressions devoid
Legions of stillness
Eerie lights
Decorate their frames
Forgotten
Ancient names
Lie in books to raise them free
Weavers in dungeons
Reading of the poem:
The offering – Shaman’s Harvest
Dragonfly – Shaman’s Harvest
In chains – Shaman’s Harvest
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