The Empty Kingdom
A solitary noise so confound with the effervescent moon does
scratch at the ceiling of Hell
The form of a demon is as clandestine as the crystalline
shower of knowledge
The Empty Kingdom of the Lonely Isle does contort
With what is otherwise no resort
To a vehement rage...
In an evanescent time
Where fabrics convolute
I recall what once was mine
Happiness...
But now all I see
Is but forlorn grey skies
And empty streets...
Signed: J.M. Seaton
Signed: J.M. Seaton
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