Revolutions


Dust from fire/ Settling 
Hunched over shadows weak
And dwindling/ Twist out 
Of Fate's grasp/ Betrayed
By mine own flesh/ By bones 
Too weak to stand/ These eyes 
In them shone the light 
Of cruelty/ These lies 
Turned to matter here to stay 
This grasping blue skin 
The aftermath 
Of dust from fire 

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