The power of light flows through,
The darkest of passages.
Mothering the eternal flame,
The master of the slave.
Trespassing on the holy plain
Waiting to be undone.
In sight of a myth the almighty,
Unscathed by the scars of sins.
Free from the chains of reality,
Unstoppable by any given force.
Unchallenged by hells depths,
Unbreakable by any means.
No bread will be eaten,
Nor will any wine be drunk.
Pride only to be swallowed,
And only knowledge to be digested.
Can celestial ones be trusted,
Walking amongst the masses.
History may repeat itself,
Creation of real abominations.
Angelic and demonic beings,
Cut from an identical stone.
Together supernatural war,
Apart the search commences.
A song sung above and below,
They can't be heard by all.
One for many one for a few,
The vibrations softly sing.
The darkness calls to the weak,
Dragging them to the gates.
Pushed down to their knees,
Awaiting the last breath of light.
A.D
©_poetandididntkowit_
30.01.23
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