Children of Existence
Woven time in an unfortunate tapestry A placing of unspoken harrowed to a fullen accursed Betwixt lay parcel to two-sides quintessence in the making Discovery is paramount to meaning of unexplained Bells shalt ring to three When beauty rest the beast may come out to protect her throughout high-rises. Flames boil high when passion is left on seeking for thriving These hallow-grounds all stained in sanguine. What is value of others? We are all made of displaced halves Where there is solace, there is dismay Counter Souls intertwine to accept beyond the senses of five Are herald of whole-heart; one. Bridge-builders to change -- that which is scorched are restored That which is trembling placed to calming ease like washing sea Ferociousness & Beautifulness that deemed not to fit together outside fantasy A power of unbridled love that spreads faster than disease may rot Mysteriously acts as a new element misplaced from the diagram tables. Shamed to lost and become of forgotten Generations prohibit from insecurity rulers and turmoil world’s that trade Through cousin hate and wielding weapons named unnecessary Fear is a torture device to prevent movement in all planes Cruelty acts on rue; extinguishing martyr’s influenced spread Mourning and stories are sold as view’s preached spoken Only beginning when purity is hung ruin The act to do with heart and not questioned by mind Rarity is just that. What is thou that restarts cycles? Reminding values only after our final rung tolled? In the dark covered in mess is answers who were with us in living. Our revelations of existing is whispered on our brink’s bed Lights go out; awaiting to once again for lit. Misconstrued as Hope & Miracles. I call it... Death’s bewed ring to Life in bound ceremony As their child’s existence demands eternity. -S.S