(no subject)
Never shall the light shadows of dawn pass over this heavy-chained form again.
And never shall the links of wrought iron stain the skin of one so free forevermore.
These frost covered panes of glass that shroud this house, so diligently kept,
Will look unto eternity and luminesce with the brilliance of a feeling so long awaited.
A door through which life flows has now began a slow creak; one which can only end
With the revelation of a dimension of reality to which only the blessed can fathom.
Shall the hinges rust? Or shall they burst forth in a shattering crack?
One can only gaze so far into the hazy fabric of time and matter.
Just something I wrote and I'll never tell why~ (Grim)
And never shall the links of wrought iron stain the skin of one so free forevermore.
These frost covered panes of glass that shroud this house, so diligently kept,
Will look unto eternity and luminesce with the brilliance of a feeling so long awaited.
A door through which life flows has now began a slow creak; one which can only end
With the revelation of a dimension of reality to which only the blessed can fathom.
Shall the hinges rust? Or shall they burst forth in a shattering crack?
One can only gaze so far into the hazy fabric of time and matter.
Just something I wrote and I'll never tell why~ (Grim)