Museum Of Inferno

Ethereal in beauty,

ancient in her ways,

attraction is not new

so I’ll take my gaze.

Damned has been it

before the story told.

Age may wrinkle but

the moment we hold.

To stone turn does

past to monument

the love we created;

genuine sentiment.

Walk the halls please

of my well lit museum.

There you’ll find my

logic and my treason.

I am just a man I can

only play a lowly part.

Let us not get frozen

in the past of the heart.

Ever forward go we

into unknown flames

the future has a place

in those halls the same.

Carry no heavy load,

mold it into the stone

you’ve had in thought

buried in your bones.

Fight yourself not now

rather put onto display

the ways of past days so

you’ll learn how behave.

I a tragic turn drew it,

in my adolescent hands,

places where no control

ran its niave commands.

I’ll not contort it I faced

a medusa hit me swift.

Then inferno lit my halls;

a cry for my eyes to shift.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. kristianw84 says:

    Love, love, love!! 😍😍 Sooo good!!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Why thank you much my friend!

      Liked by 1 person

      1. kristianw84 says:

        You’re welcome!

        Liked by 1 person

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