POETRY and PREJUDICE

to all of you who recognize themselves in my work:
i'm not a hack. i don't write to please you. there's this one rule here:
if you have had even the slightest influence on my life,
i. will. write. about. you.
deal with it.
happy reading!

сряда, 17 април 2013 г.

maGic


"... and the music twirled around
like winter maGic. 
Don't let go -
you're made of perfect sound. "

We gave ourselves a name
and it was good.
We sculpted our core
around the purest truth.
We slowly added new shades
and they were all amazing.
We were the maGic that never fades -
The Guild. The neverending.
We burned like twisted candles,
flickering with sound.
We craved the peace, but only
got the shadow dance.
We brought up the long vast chorus
of Beauty as it is
into this world of horror
and treacherous wild fears.

We grew up, laughing louder
as time was passing by.
We're strong. We're young. We're not cool.
The best you'll ever find.

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