• mrrenegade 5w

    Funerary eclipse

    A trampled rose on the slick-sanguine cobblestone...
    Its mutilation..... A distinct ramification...
    Like a subdued heart immersed in crimson mourn..

    Dust in the wind amplifying the rigidity amid subtlety...
    Its adjuration....a disastrous proclamation..
    Like a vehement scythe at vivacious scorn..

    Doom in the pulsating preponderant genesis...
    Its sovereignty.... within the clemency of consanguinity..
    Like death manifests the prevalence of the unborn...

    Reality flutters salivating the requiem of these,
    Embellishing the funerary eclipse.
    ©mrrenegade