RIFT

PHOTO FROM PIXABAY

Soul fused of fire and ice
Feel its profound wrath blaze
Shadowing the glacial ground
Its mediocre close knit stare
No match for brisk ascending mist
Embers die a slow death
As raucous flames suddenly wither
Matching that of a shriveled rose
Saturation of it all
Like a thief amongst the darkest night
Flaws of perfection ever so eager 
To never be lost in transit
Incessant enigmatical tussle
Not even a beating heart
Could fathom the vast duel
Of any given moment

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

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