Fountain that grows in size
to the flowers' great delight:
morning light.
Reincarnation of the
evening star that fell;
its intensity foretells
a future that is bright.
And so it dies again
in a sort of Pagan rite:
failing light.
before leaving it gives
a final great swell;
before the nighttime death-knell
the sky it does ignite.
Shining overhead on
the fey creatures of the night:
gentle light.
The milky quiet glow
reaches out to quell
darkness's final spell of
unreasonable fright.
Tips of warming orange
with a center of pure white:
crimson light.
Reminiscent of the flames
of that torrent Hell.
What silent lie do they
The City of Lights was Dark by jackhardy, literature
Literature
The City of Lights was Dark
We were sitting in a cafe
when the dark clouds swept in.
Soon the rain began to fall;
thunder added to the din.
Lightning struck from the sky
and smote a power line.
Soon all the lights on the block
ceased to glow and shine.
You and I, we ran outside
and danced in the street.
We jumped and sang at the top of our lungs
and I swept you off your feet.
I was drenched to the bone,
and you were soaking too.
And while we spun and laughed and kissed,
I knew I'd die for you.
I have had a good fun life
and that one day in September,
the day the City of Lights was dark,
that is the best day I can remember.
Power, Death, and the Lie by jackhardy, literature
Literature
Power, Death, and the Lie
Bejeweled chalices shine on the floor,
great tapestries hang from wall to wall
and a great seal is stamped on his door.
I see the old king, among all that he owns;
his crown on his head as he sits on his throne.
Pain in the eyes of the statues in the hall:
"Alone," they sigh. "All alone."
I.V. drips are slowly counting down
until she finally takes her last breath
and they bury her deep underground.
The harrowing coughs rip the marrow from bone,
each echoing words as impassive as stone.
"Perhaps now, at last, she can finally rest."
Alone, she dies. All alone.
Sometimes when
Power, Death, and the Lie by jackhardy, literature
Literature
Power, Death, and the Lie
Bejeweled chalices shine on the floor,
great tapestries hang from wall to wall
and a great seal is stamped on his door.
I see the old king, among all that he owns;
his crown on his head as he sits on his throne.
Pain in the eyes of the statues in the hall:
"Alone," they sigh. "All alone."
I.V. drips are slowly counting down
until she finally takes her last breath
and they bury her deep underground.
The harrowing coughs rip the marrow from bone,
each echoing words as impassive as stone.
"Perhaps now, at last, she can finally rest."
Alone, she dies. All alone.
Sometimes when
The City of Lights was Dark by jackhardy, literature
Literature
The City of Lights was Dark
We were sitting in a cafe
when the dark clouds swept in.
Soon the rain began to fall;
thunder added to the din.
Lightning struck from the sky
and smote a power line.
Soon all the lights on the block
ceased to glow and shine.
You and I, we ran outside
and danced in the street.
We jumped and sang at the top of our lungs
and I swept you off your feet.
I was drenched to the bone,
and you were soaking too.
And while we spun and laughed and kissed,
I knew I'd die for you.
I have had a good fun life
and that one day in September,
the day the City of Lights was dark,
that is the best day I can remember.
Fountain that grows in size
to the flowers' great delight:
morning light.
Reincarnation of the
evening star that fell;
its intensity foretells
a future that is bright.
And so it dies again
in a sort of Pagan rite:
failing light.
before leaving it gives
a final great swell;
before the nighttime death-knell
the sky it does ignite.
Shining overhead on
the fey creatures of the night:
gentle light.
The milky quiet glow
reaches out to quell
darkness's final spell of
unreasonable fright.
Tips of warming orange
with a center of pure white:
crimson light.
Reminiscent of the flames
of that torrent Hell.
What silent lie do they
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