Shadow
Creeping, Slithering, Flying, Fall
Shadow
Shadow
How do you breathe?
You take in nothing, only fear you seethe
In blackened sanguineous streams
Of prickling terror in physical form
This is your only story from human’s tongue, born
They know you not
In fear they’d rather be imprisoned within to rot
Know not, do the ignorant
Of the warm, red comfort.
The mothering Yin,
The peace within.
Breathe in, shadow
Whisper, does your blackened breath as it flows out from your mouth
Step onto the surface of your world only known by hate
Dissipate
Absorb into them all
Become one with half of All
To see and know it all, it ALL.
Speak a word of a story without end
Without a single utterance, emotion sends
Thought is non-existent
All are you and you are all
Creeping,
Slithering,
Flying,
Fall.
Into the center, the red, warm star
Of your world encompassing ALL, fall slowly to the softly glowing heart
Pass it as you peer into it's soul
The mother of your very world
Sink down below to the adjacent land
There is no sky,
Not since Life began
About the Creator
Francesca Pisciotta
I hail from 'The Place of Gods.'
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