Moon Reader Illusion [POEM]

The Magician

I

╭⋟────────────────╮

                ✦✧✦✧

                     Hm… yeah… I'm guess most of you

                     peeps have noticed it by now, so…

                     I hope y'all like it :smiley_cat:

╰────────────────⋞╯

╭          Bit of a Warning          ╮

Heavy Themes

╰                                                ╯

╭─── ｡(＾･ᆺ･＾)｡ ───╮

Moon Reader

Illusion

╰────────────╯

ıllı moonshen ıllı

Artist

#PoemsByKyrie

── =^._.^= ∫ ──

As above,

so below,

An absolute, sacred truth, though

baffling and mystifying,

or even ominous for the

vexed at heart that knew little of

earth's ancient and forgotten tongues,

Such knowledge bear consequences,

of promises that's eternal,

But harrowing risks are found at

each daunting, formidable days;

light lingers for but a second

only to be consumed by death,

woe, and eventual agony,

For the sake of one's beloved,

or even of innocent blood,

to take heed the crows;

Each crow brings a message—

a different one at that, from

riches to utter sorrows,

treachery to rebirth, and even of

Heaven and Hell itself,

Reg one's own fate to these

enchanting crows is a must,

for faith becomes an enemy,

light will be dimmed into darkness,

emancipation then becomes some

crude and far-off dream

that one shall never receive as the

sun rises every day,

Heed all the warning, heed all their cries,

even in death there's no escaping;

although many knew that warnings from

voracious crows is certain, and that

escaping is a fantasy

not welcomed by these prophets,

Though, why believe their calls—

horrific are their songs and

unnatural are their hymns, and it's

such a wonder why they're beloved,

Witness as they're kept safe,

harbingers of everyone's death,

a thing of curiosity,

this morbid head of man,

Is it worth giving attention, though,

seeing as they rarely bring joy?

Without a doubt

it's because of the unknown—

the unknown which no-one could tell,

helpless are we to face this thing,

of the inevitable fate that

unknowingly might have been a

trojan horse sent by the crows themselves,

Is it? Or is it some illusion

sanctioned by imagination?

Alas, humans are so helpless,

lost in deep thoughts as always,

since simple answers cannot suffice,

or at least appease, their foolish minds,

Weep instead, for 'tis better than

inconveniencing with

thinking of untrue answers

humans just came up with when their

intelligence couldn't comprehend the

natural disasters made by imagination.

── =^._.^= ∫ ──

ıllı Sami Takarautio ıllı

BG Photographer