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Through the Burning Glass

I live in gold, my fragile, golden lady. Should you let me in your heart, I will sing songs of love, comedy and maybe turn burning dirt into art. To put your memories back in piece by piece, part by part. I’m only a lover, no wit or skin, Scorching ego breaks the swan apart.

Along the sparkling branches and the flowing, gentle rivers of the Golden Garden there’s no such thing as a flower, or an ant, A butterfly, or a blooming plant, I cannot be so strong as to look through the burning glass, For you’ll cut open my dirt, And slice all the tall, loving grass. Oh- the pure, darling Sun, It allows mother’s growth and life, Apocryphal priest, sinful devil’s nun. May I take her as my wife?

Through the burning glass you’ll see the beginning and the end, And the time will pass, and unwind, And the world will burn, The light will heal and cradle, Burning trees it’ll mend. Reborn anew her crying friend. The burning queen will get her turn.

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Let the Sun glow

Allow the dawn to breathe, And hop into puddles while holding your breath, clenching your teeth… Loving, gentle, glowing smile. Could the Moon set down beyond the horizon’s great veil? To murmur quietly and respond As the sun gem grooms her tail? Leaves and flowers sing a song of bloom, and nectar, and light, A song lovely and beautiful, a journey long beyond the sun’s sight. But the knight has forgotten that swords are to murder the wicked and the rotten, And his soul continued further down the Sun’s glowing road. For after the sunset… The world turned to cold, and it forever snowed.

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4th layer of skin

Beware the crow, its beak is sharp.

One day it may fly towards you,

Snatch your eye and disappear in

a symphony of dark feathers and

consoling voices that speak of

fallen blades, loving maids,

forbidden heavens, hearts and spades,

The rabbit’s footprint slowly fades.

I wish only to wrap you in my arms, |

Caress your face and hold it

like The Holy Grail in my embrace,

To hide you in my ribs from

the cruelty of a painful world.

I will keep you safe in the cavity of my heart.

Where the war between God and fallen angels

rages and fury rises between each

and every breath you take.

My bones call you home…

My bones call you darling.

They are warm from the flame within.

Dance with my soul and slowly spin.

There’s a home here for you.

Don’t be afraid.

My bones call you, darling.

Step in my parlor, throw you a parade,

My owl, my dear, my starling.

How many layers of skin are there

to count when all I need is

a body of metal, a heart of stone,

legs of emerald, and within not a single bone?

Sing so that the swan may scream.

Sing so that the bones may ring.

Await the coming of death,

Dressed in garments of dark red

and the blue of our depth.

Forgotten until the 7th chord,

I offer you an accord…

Look under my skin,

And together let’s forgive our sin.

For our sin was we were human,

And human there is no one yet.

My frost… why are your eyes wet?

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Black Sea

Star-covered hands, Of skies and heavens and lands, Along her gentle hair strands, Great firmament of void and abyss. A galaxy of milk, erupt from glands, has found its way entropically amiss.

Allow for one last wave to grace the shore with a gentle sweep, And permit the siren to walk down, down, to the sea’s deep. She shall speak of poetry, of sold souls and lost love, Spread your wings, angel of the Black Sea, And fly to our home above.

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Rollercoaster

I don’t know what my words mean, they seem bland and colourless, the heart between has long been tattered to a dark, bloody stream, And I’ve become my worst fear, a machine.

Blue, yellow, pills, paradise lost, Noir, bland, bones, ribs, alchemy, blood, blizzard, frost, love, death, rose, lips.

Can you tell what I am, based on a row of words? Or must you first look into my heart and see the chanted song of beautiful flying birds, What I could have been, what I could be?

Let me taste the roses’ blood, And then I shall be called sinner among all other sinners, condemned to be mud, and once again mud, and once again your dinner.

What does winter mean, if not death and rebirth? A way for me to see beauty in death, To be content with coming back to earth, To be content with drawing my last breath.

See you no more, darling. The roses have long wilted. They were by my bedside, my cruelty was their last memory. I will take my heart out of your chest, and bury it gilded so that all within will be mystery, my beautiful entropy.

My ribs you shall take care of well, Place them each in their own special spot, And then spin the wheel. And then ring the bell. So that the Rollercoaster shall spin and rot.

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— Nikita Gill

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Forgotten Lullaby

It’s silent and grey. The world wishes to play, With the feelings of those who lost. Or boundaries who they’ve crossed. Between the mountains of frost, “It’s grey, it’s grey!” The crow shouted, Souls of dead souls sprouted; “Oh! The grey silence who’m I listen to, It’s calm, dark and cold. The Lullaby listen through, As the grey souls of dead souls, roots of rot mold.” Yet it’s still calm. Chaotic calm between the storm heights, Dark life of grey rights. “Grey Darkness of consumed lights, No more moonlight nights!” I… your soul hold.

Inside the secret room it burns to ash. Death although a flash. Lullaby of dead master’s grey rash. “The door to heaven is open, Come through, find your soul, the soul whose I’ve broken. Lies whose I’ve spoken. The wrong being of living that I lie of, And you’ve slept, never stood woken. Woken to my infinite love.”

The Forgotten Lullaby who I’ve sung to, Filling the heart of grey sounds. It’s an empty shell of death wounds; You. It’s scratching onto the door, It’s hitting onto the grey door. I love you; I love you more!