Thunderous were the nights that left our minds blind,
blind were the eyes – the voices of the Gods: thunderous,
Gone are the days in which we wore genuine smiles,
smiles that layered us with the dust of good days, long gone,
Time has been cruel and rough as a dried-out cat’s tongue,
tongue the inside of my many painful snapshots in time.
Behind shadows and darkness, the light will still shine,
shine down upon the carcasses of ourselves we’ve left behind,
Beneath the ocean’s swaying swells that lull the deepest divide,
divide the difference – multiply, delete what remains beneath,
Blind to the cohesive fabric connecting us along an invisible line,
line up the pawns and the rooks and the knights, the royalty is blind.
Poem Inspired by Above Image, Contributed by a Fellow Beast for This Challenge.
Ending, Undertaking, Closing
Departure, Darkening, Rebirth, Anew
Replenishing, Reviving, Awakening
Unlike anything you have ever known,
Unlike anything ever shown,
The Beasts of Articulation are here,
Now the commanders of the throne.
Hear us roar,
Watch us soar,
We are here to stay,
Cause we are knocking at your door.
Collaborative or singular efforts,
With striking words and,
In a state of amazement,
Prepare to be immersed.
Where this venture will take us,
None of us can know,
We hope you come along for the journey,
And stay for the show.
Image courtesy of http://www.jmeshel.com