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Poetry News Post #4178

Teal Dreams and Crimson Kisses

Written by: Inquisitrix Mystara, Mistress of the Iron Fist
Date: Friday, November 16th, 2012
Addressed to: Everyone


Scorched birth,
the crimson flames dance
as He rises from center.
In all His glory,
the master of color,
the wielder of flame.

Sleep softly,
teal dreams await.
Restful death,
colored life.
Breathe in the essence
He leaves in His wake.

Come forth my child,
emerald sorrow beneath you.
He brings you the soul
that gives you a purpose.
He is the creator,
you are the life.

Take it all in,
magenta awareness consumes you.
You see what He wishes
You make what He wishes,
the darkness can't tempt Him
for He is the shield

A sorrowful wind befalls you,
onyx tragedy in the midst.
A miasma of death and betrayel,
He takes it and shapes it,
into what form He wishes.
It will not bring sorrow.

With power comes colour,
with colour comes life,
with life comes meaning,
with meaning comes sorrow,
He is the one,
who will paint His own path.






Penned by my hand on the 15th of Miraman, in the year 611 AF.


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