The chaos
is with souls. Those tiger eyes.
Long
miles.
Sullen
trials.
The
world is vagueness, mystery,
Compassion.
We
might sing sadness.
Children
ultimate in spirit. Soul Dynasties!
Families
are with ashes. Tyranny is
Uninterested
in solace, pain is serpentine.
To
have held justice. To have lost
Mercy.
No greater sin!
Weaving
dialogue, those caves, much in
Mystic
deaths.
By
beauty.
Curious
spirits.
One
might have rites, in haunt, in anxiety.
One
sits in vapor, the only
Material,
metaphysic
Excellence.
At
the crevice point, tears are talking.
Most
are listening.
In
seeing lose, it resonates, at its return,
It hits
the surface, it shivers.
Knowing
the tragedy, makes the beauty,
More
valuable.
Pendant
shields. Radiant flesh.
Breath
and Diamond.
