“The Endless Cycle”
The words I exhale,
Come from a dungeon.
The noble locked up for a sin,
Not illegitimate, but righteous.
How can I possibly explain the plight
When decree holds no expression.
Weathered eyes, broken bones
Like the endless cycle of affliction,
Waiting for torments to heal.
The only bright of the dark,
Are those twinkling mermaids
Who swallow the slaying,
And dive through the deep
Of the oceans of servile conscious.
The cells are restrained
By the tigers of ravage,
And the Gaurs of arena.
You cannot clown them
There’s no hole you can cut through.
Then there was a night,
When the sun lined up with the moon
They ran with zest, blinding the beasts.
Reflecting their triumph, gleaming their victory.
Dismally, It was an endless cycle,
Seized till the calamity.
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