Hallow Bastion
For the world is hollow and I have touched the sky.
Have I tapped into an iridescent slumber -- where the ancients lay in wait and lie -- that place where only they can go,
Into a place where only those with pure hearts may know.
In questioning my observations the appearance of a phantom, an obelisk of darkness deep within myself has materialized, its pale vision of the shadows to come invade my thoughts like the notes of a sad melody, those images call out to me, the knowledge they claim echoes through and surrounds my most sacred emotions.
Even as these words leave my mouth my voice trembles and my heart slows.
Your sweet words are softly breaking my heart and if what is seen now are shadows of what is to come, how could you see hope within me. Your dark eyes shine with the intensity of the setting sun and my once frigid core now radiates with a new found warmth.
You look at me with those eyes; it’s as if you were enchanted by me. As one gazes through into the depths of your existence onto oblivion, stimulation is found in the pure beauty of you're soul.
With this, only as we stand at the edge of reality do my emotions cascade into feelings that can only be quantified as thoughts upon wind in only a language I dare not understand. Yet here there is a part of it that can never be heard from land. A peace, a calm in the storm that truly exists as the equilibrium of convection.
A hollow in the sky, the place that I wish our spirits would forever lie.
Hello there I am Deadsun and I am working on video games, poetry, and other nerd stuff. I will be posting more art so feel free to upvote and follow.
