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Dominion


In the darkness--

The space between stars--

Creation's manifest

In mysteries stark.

Without light, unseen:

Dark matters wrought.

Caged birds caw to see

And speculate silhouette-marks:

                                                                          From Eden,

                                                                          Cast far;

                                                                          The fruit was the key--

                                                                          But we are of sight

                                                                          And do we breathe

                                                                          In absence of light?

                                                                         

                                                                          For there He dwells,

                                                                          And He called for light--

                                                                          The abrasions of black--

                                                                          And thereafter, Earth

                                                                         And matters in our eyes,

                                                                         Feeble and small

                                                                         Under matters unseen.

 

Hark, our God:

Enigma unseen,

The caged bird fathoms,

Though never greets;

He is infinity--

He encircles--

Distant stars inside space:

Darkness omnipotent, blackness infinite.

Always was,

Always is,

Always will be:

The Alpha, Omega, The Alpha,

Indestructible, induplicable--

Committing matters dark

In mysteries stark.

                                                                     

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L.A.G.

I'm an aspiring fiction writer with a whole lot of things on my mind. I like to think of my writing as a sort of diary, and those who read anything that I've written are stepping into my thoughts and emotions. That doesn't mean I write love stories or complaints about the state of society. No, I think that is all great, but I believe that poets and authors could do a lot more than just talk about other people. I like it when I read things about people's inner emotions about themselves. Writers such as H.P. Lovecraft are the types that I really enjoy because his writing is his life (albeit, with a horrific twist). So if you're looking for something different to read, come see my poems. I love using archaic language and symbolism and I do tend to use darker details.

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