Cities of Glass
The sun bleeds out on sleeping steel,Cities of glass reflect its cry,
A Broken Heart needs time to heal,
(Rugged and strong, dejected tears to dry.)
The Veins of time pulse in wires,
The Frame of the world slowly tarnishes,
White Shark Attacks on the Island of Dyer
(Save some soft caresses for side plate garnishes.)
The wind blows the ashes of ancient fallen Gods,
Conceived as prodigious and influential coercions.
Victories and triumphs are against all the odds,
(I need to divert from my pointless introversions.)
Long Shadows of Old are Murmuring in code,
(Our lives are just a lonely and uneasy dead-end road.)
Poetry by Golden Minotaur
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Written on 2025-09-16 at 22:22
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