May 14, 2015
A rose when sunk in a bed of thorns
asked the thorn to leave its scented bed and sing a song
The thorn picked up the lute and sang
a toxic song that took a wing
and ascended the heaven.
Seeing silence all around
the thorn descended and arrived in hell.
There were chaos and applause all around.
the hall of Dunces, full of ovation,
made an amalgam of drunken glee and a violent ecstasy.
Hours blended with moments and moments made years of degenerate fancy
and the thorn remained imprisoned in the jail of sycophancy.
When awakened out of the inebriate joy,
the thorn switched back to the memory of the rose.
Away, in a different sphere, there was a lake in the twilight gleam,
carrying in its heart a forgotten song, the scent of a different dream.
The memory of the thorn was erased forever.
A silent lake slept in the arms of the moon.
asked the thorn to leave its scented bed and sing a song
The thorn picked up the lute and sang
a toxic song that took a wing
and ascended the heaven.
Seeing silence all around
the thorn descended and arrived in hell.
There were chaos and applause all around.
the hall of Dunces, full of ovation,
made an amalgam of drunken glee and a violent ecstasy.
Hours blended with moments and moments made years of degenerate fancy
and the thorn remained imprisoned in the jail of sycophancy.
When awakened out of the inebriate joy,
the thorn switched back to the memory of the rose.
Away, in a different sphere, there was a lake in the twilight gleam,
carrying in its heart a forgotten song, the scent of a different dream.
The memory of the thorn was erased forever.
A silent lake slept in the arms of the moon.
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