History

shades of golden black,

tears of molten steel,

echoes of passionate silence,

which only frogs can feel;

sucking,

hands of hidden slime,

reaching out to pull down

the timeless midnight princess,

standing exposed

before the eyes of the universe,

praying that all might be forgiven,

as the snake of the beginning

slithers towards the end,

and gray invisible wolves,

lie patiently in wait

for the scraps

left behind.

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