Falling bits of nothingness
Shimmer in a blissful light of hope
As the feathers of everlasting night
Ignite into a burning inferno
Lighting it's way through the darkness.
A current running through the veins
Destroy its masterly plans of annihilation
To replace the thought with but a word
Of endearing sacrifice within the palm
Of it's unholy hand.
Morality was lost as it gazed
Within its hand lay the world
Unforseen guilt plummeted
And yet, it still held fear
Towards the men, who resided in the small
Little sphere.
Author notes
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