Always Remaining

The lens Reveals all, memories from The past, always remaining

Memories of Myth

Deep within a forest Lined with crimson trees, There lies a deep cave Stretching for miles and miles, Lit from the glow of gentle crystals, It goes on and on

Celestial Guardian

I smiled softly, assured I could slip Into a deep, restful sleep With my celestial guardian Watching over me

Withering Flame

Embers of hope spark within my heart, Daring to wish for a semblance of change Yet again, my expectations are extinguished As quickly as they came to fruition, A withering flame trying desperately to maintain life

Crimson Prison

Photo by Andy Buckley on Pexels.com In a lonely prison Crafted from crimson, I am confined Here, silence reigns, An empty space For the condemned to stay Darkness casts over all, Leaving nary a sliver of light In a lonely prison Crafted from crimson, I stare at towering walls Within them, I see those Who…

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