Ad alta!
crumbling lichen, the sullen paleness of concrete, the impaled sea bursting into
anemic spumes, while the galeblown cliffs of the wilted land stand their
sepuchre of defiant contempt.
nothing is strange to him, his path is marked with smiles of waxing mercy.
about the windless night gads a surpressed scream, high in acidity this dysphoric
brew, distilled in the primeval undergrowth of prideful avatars, where crouching spiders
lurk with drooling fangs for shallow-boned preys.
a procession of snapshots, frocked in corinthian-styled finery, withers
behind the next episode of corrosive reverie; across the sweltering void
monologues stifle in a ubiquitous gut-wrenching groan...
oh, veteran shorn of brood and a heirloom, stand eye to eye to the cataract
of glaring woes and rejoice: unbutton the illegible parchment of your masquerade,
seek up the wuthering thermals of your unquenchable thirst, and rise!
anemic spumes, while the galeblown cliffs of the wilted land stand their
sepuchre of defiant contempt.
nothing is strange to him, his path is marked with smiles of waxing mercy.
about the windless night gads a surpressed scream, high in acidity this dysphoric
brew, distilled in the primeval undergrowth of prideful avatars, where crouching spiders
lurk with drooling fangs for shallow-boned preys.
a procession of snapshots, frocked in corinthian-styled finery, withers
behind the next episode of corrosive reverie; across the sweltering void
monologues stifle in a ubiquitous gut-wrenching groan...
oh, veteran shorn of brood and a heirloom, stand eye to eye to the cataract
of glaring woes and rejoice: unbutton the illegible parchment of your masquerade,
seek up the wuthering thermals of your unquenchable thirst, and rise!
Comments
Has a ritual feel to it.