A sound broke ground

Spinned rooms right round

Oh, funny silent pound…

That so softly, damage made

And started the countdown of Fade

Between two faces dressed of white

Laid air known to be might

But all that mightness, relative was it

And the faces, did they froze it?

Yeah, what a cold air…

It seemed that snow was there

But there was so much snow

As living people willing to go

To the unknown deepness of not knowing

To the river they kept rowing

And still, it wasn’t snowing!

It was just a hot body among soil

With feelings thick as oil…

So slowly they dropped

Half the way I suspect they hopped

But, what I’d say? Was complete!

In the end, it missed no bit

But looked back at the perfection

So perfect, there was no section!

Couldn’t be better, only worse

So the barriers tried of force

In the finish line they laid in wait

Surrounded by fortresses disguised as fate

And the cobblestone seemed to shine

Saying it was going to be fine

But I knew it wasn’t getting better

‘Cause love existed like ether

Arabic quantities of times

Now worth no more than dimes

They used to be kings of their Worlds

But were destroyed by just two girls

They had a power of a thousand, though…

They even beat thou!

Wanted to seize, the beat, the most low!

Oh, shame on who wrongly writes

To rhyme, internal fights

Who didn’t spend the lonely nights

With the saw of a heart, no more sights

How far our eyes can see

Is our far we can be

And get prepared a mental spree

And moonlight’d blind like knuckles

The eyes whose color chuckles

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And a golden triangle, misreadingly drawn

Three angles awaited dawn

And got to together in shadows so dark

Not even seen the lightiest spark

A path of stairs to the Moon

A path of time to the noon

Two paths, vandalized by some goon

Hundreds of stairs

Two beast lairs

Oh, how selfish two places

And not ceasing of no chases

Yeah, you didn’t give them

You didn’t hear sound of a broken cup

But, reflexive glass you’d do

And so, neither I did escape the zoo…

The guards were sleeping, poor them

Didn’t notice, nor the silent anthem

Nor the Marathone of The Dead.