grogramin

Wounded poised the adder coil Heart Shaped beating mass Squirming writhing moving frothing Clockwork, tick, bestial Power core of darkened love The incorruptible corrupted Silent, Slow decent Wasted on impact Enraged frustration of a silent scream Blistered angry coil Striking at nothing Forgotten in time 2011

The moon hung quiet in the southern sky Distilling graces to the world below Allowing creatures to repair the harm And bathing wounds in gentle, midnight glow And knowing that he always has a half-a-turn To heal what wicked sun has wrought Eagerly plows through the twilight firmament Undaunted by the brutal, burned onslaught While half a world away the feindish orb She barrels through the sky o're beast and tree Casting down below her burning gaze As craven creatures look her stare to flee Intently she pursues the gentle moon Intent on catching him; and then expect To burn the lighter sphere from out the sky and finish off the world in ash