The Crippling

By Adeabdul:

Dancing on the edge of darkness was sweet temptation.
Till a rouge footing crossed the forbidden line.

Minions of insecurities donned from their abyss.
With icy grips of coldness that extinguished the sun.

Towering clouds unending across the horizon.
A wailing river meandering on sorrow songs.

Veils of darkness, cascades the land of lost light.
Righteous judgment of distress, condemns the condemned.

Chains of despair leads down to demon’s tomb.
Clawing to salvation yields naught but tears and tears.

Chameleon winds hard biting till silvery lines.
Redemption’s head is lurking rear the needle’s eye.


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