We shall not cease from being
And the end of all our humanity
Will be to arrive where we eternally suffer
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered existence
When the last of mortal life left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden temptation
And the serpent in the apple tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two shades of the darkness.
Quick now, here, now, always –
A condition of complete chaos
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the buds of the flame are burning
Into the hellish night of fire
And the fire and the rose are as one…
- Jade*
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Wow another great poem from you. Very nice, Very dark. I loved it. Keep up your great work because you have a real talent!!
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Wow... Dark stuff here... Really enjoyed your writing from about 11 lines down. cleverly put. Have you ever
I'd loveto know what catalysted you into writing this dark poem? -
Wow. You're really new on this site and yet you write like you've been doing it for awhile. Have you? I love the fantastic imagery portrayed here; I love the eloquency of the flow. Great write!
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Lovely
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