A fist full of poetry pt 2

Stardust Clay Serenade


Out through the void of her womb, this soul is born of stardust and clay
Infinite goddess, descending into tattered darkness with chaotic fingers
Ashes of her calamity wither with flames mirroring the light of a single echoing ray
Infinite goddess, breaking into oceans of skies with a body that cripples and cinders
Molded by blood and iron, this soul bursts as tears of scarlet shed beneath her scars
Infinite goddess, breathing into clay hearts with her final ballad as she ascends among the stars


Blank Era


Blissed are the dull as blessed are the blind, begotten are those who stand in this vile
Remnants of irrelevancy feeling mutual among these fleshy seeds
A taste of something forbidden while reminiscing our chances for survival
Falling in line since following your orders, sewing our sights since amending our creeds
A white page in history destined to be repeated in the event of your demise
A century void of memories slowly returning under the ruins of this statue of lies


Malevolent Saviors

Cast aside along dancing flames of repeated routine
Singing for hours on end as the echos of their plea fall upon deaf ears
Bound by masks of a facade most familiar, though they aren’t exactly as they seem
Hidden from ordinary eyes, they shine over the black with a shade of dark that even fiends fear
They taste the bitterness of cold hearts so you don’t have to, all without the consent of wicked prayers
These indecent heroes need not excuses, only the song and dance of this serenade for malevolent saviors