a gloom within
it’s not the staunch smell of the living being from the desert of mountains. it was just the flower singing for the less fortunate. the victims of atrocity. the earth was left callused by them. brought forth by the destruction of their own wits. right from the front. left alone over the limitless feelings. fire that breathed rocks. and wind that shelter speed. all will perished into the dusk of dimension.
I bring nothing but fortune. but fortune made no prize for the dwellers.
I settled debts for the false blood. but the trails ended where it might continue.
their mistress may not show what’s true to the truth behind the tales. but the lord will prevail. not for the solemn army that hiked their way into the depth of the sky. nor it were to be for the eagles of the land. but solely for their own unblessed dignity.
the tigers may forgive them. but it shall not be for the dragons of the north. here lies the story that were foretold. just below the light of the deep ocean. just between the world of moons. say it matters not. beyond their words. their prayers. we seek what we have been searching for eternity.
time may not exist between seconds. the heart will filter much from the journey on the great barge. hear what you must. and tell a tale that would be heard by the thousand prospect.
that when the rose finally blooms. until you finally learn more than truth itself. love is all that matters for you.
but you will know what you have been foresee. some things matters little between this life. and more will matters the most behind your past.