The Deepness

The somber light

of dying nights

translucent as the

shadows that flit

about my opaque

web of lies that

have ensnared me

in its velvet embrace.

Deep in loam

burning their homes

of which the toilers

have built with

stolen hands severed

from men whose trials

will never transpire

and are forever unfair.

Precious jewels

no acres for thy mule

whose rigid bones are

comprised of the reason

that your ancestors were enslaved

to steal the souls of

those who fell before

your rusted sword

comprised of darkness.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

for ashes onyx

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