Dawn Left Bare Bones

Dawn Left Bare Bones short poem

Uploaded by Isabel Szurlej

Dawn left bare bones
Gave her his cruel temper, he, whom no one had ever loved
Virgin’s blood shed not for pleasure but for body senses lust

Flare of fire, modern world burnt
Fugitives from Orion hide on Milky Way
The Serpent Bearer has an antidote
Could revive Orion, get chance winter morose
But with the advent of winter challenge was failed
Long hope for their race
Serpent-god, symbol of rebirth, could destroy natural order
Separates the mortal from the Gods
It will not happen; Lords preserve the immortality for themselves
Though many learned the secrets of keeping death at bay

We are last alabaster souls living crumbs dead galactic
Frequency of plastic hearts beating at completely darkness
Systematic errors in data was Gods plague sent human
Psychological anomaly destroyed logical access
Low amplitude pulses unexplained evil axis

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