In this swamp we build a temple
To gods too old for us to know
Reigniting ancient candles
Taking solace, leaving bones
Behind five gates
Cradled by infinite stars
We spin our fates
And mend our scars
We cannot be stopped
We are not moving
Out truth is taught
In simply doing
Mourning the day the snows will cease
And spawn the biting flies
Holding close to the moment's peace
Before the rising tides
In this swamp we build a temple
To gods too old for us to know
Reigniting ancient candles
Taking solace, leaving bones
About the Creator
D351
trans manic goblin dream girl who chain smokes candy cigarettes and sings along to septic pumps
Comments (2)
very powerful poem that will resonate with many people.
"Taking solace, leaving bones". I really loved that line. A very poignant poem!