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Dawn arrives
Carrying promise on her
Sweet lips that whisper of present
And future, sweeping her pale wings
Against the sky, below and within which
Life wakes.
I,
Standing alone on a
Desert island known as the crossing,
Move gingerly my feet
Planted on the coarse dust
Of generations past,
And gaze longingly at the tree
Which bursts from the center:
At the elusive fruit that shines
With what, as a human,
I can perceive only as darkness,
But know to be the Truth.
With wizened, withered hands
I reach out to pluck it, savor
What I thought, as a child
Would be sweet as honey
Or bitter as wormwood,
But know to be tasteless.
The gatekeepers,
Angel and flaming, floating sword
Cast me out of Eden to fall
Into the sulfurous clouds of hell
Where my throat is melted,
And my thirst forever quenched,
With what, as a mortal, I thought to be suffering,
But know to be immortality;
Enlightenment.
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- Title: Personal Eden
- Artist: Unwhite
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Description:
No particular format or anything, just something I wrote for one of my characters in her prototype phase.
Yay. - Date: 10/04/2009
- Tags: eden beginning deathend
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