armageddon - the renaissance
With the flicker of the candle
The gilded light began to fade
In the dusk of my solstice
My restless spirit grew tame
Held by the throat
By cold fists of valor
Like glass my bulletproof
Temperament shattered
As my breathing began beating in slow hums
The vespers turned to seething at the sight of my treason
The violent isolation that left me rabid and fearsome
Is what prevailed as the beast and the angel rest in the same tomb
The parlance was such
An elitist twist of tongues
It echoed in the chapel
Like faith I couldn't afford
I burned my bronzing armor
In the fires that forged it
Like a phoenix repertoire
Even my bones grew tired of it
Dressed down in black
Holding your battle helmet
Forced to surrender
Because knighthood is torment
As my plagued anguish rolled like pulsations
It tore through walls of stone and injured my manifestations
The violent deprivation of my peace was the last train to leave
The beast and the angel sat at the station waiting for somebody to come clean
The artifacts of the bond that held together heaven and hell
Lay rusted beyond recognition passing as ruins of Armageddon
It's a kind way of saying that the passion that drew me in
Left a mark that lay flat underneath my thinning skin.
-auctor
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