Purgatory’s Delight

Corona Art, and words born out of my deepest of soul

On treacherous rows of broken teeth I mark my wisdom on the shores of my delight.

On a mountain path towards heaven I must have been.

What must I have thought, where may I have been?

What does the light say of the dark?

Lay me down in all your wishes.

For I am my own wish.

I am darkness descending upon the shores of the ever-resplendant shores of illumination.

I am the colour in utter darkness.

I am the fire in an empty well.

The vanquished will rise out of the ashes.

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