There is a magical place,
Alive, beyond these concrete walls.
A place of untouchable tangibility.
Dark, like liquid on the end of your quill.
This place inspires the infinity
Of my most beckoned dreams.
Consecrated upon the hallowed
fulcrum of a rocky precipice,
It is that place where mere men
Shall never fall…from.
And, where dark idols
Shall ne’er linger.
What is this place?
It is my night
In shining, armored stars;
Amidst a shrouded cloak
Of jagged memoirs ~
Of its impending demise
…much like a knight would be. ♥
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I hope you liked my poem. Thanks so much for reading. 🌹~K