[~Aoria-sama~]

XXX

There can be no light without dark,

Nor dark without light.

Forgive me Athelios, my god,

My heart is contrite.

XXX

The dark is beautiful,

My sins are ample.

Each prayer a soliloquy,

The Ordinance I dare not, will not trample.

XXX

Consumed by the looming anger,

A soul viable yet damaged.

There is a yearning quite daring,

Undying Mischief to be managed.

XXX

I saw the stars against the darkness of night,

They are beautiful, good and right.

How do I save them from myself?

When I am a damaged, consuming night?

XXX

. . . 

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Fuck.

XXX

[~Aoria-sama~]

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XX
It begins with silence, and it has no warning,

an inferno bringing the kettle to its whistle.

Contents contaminated with vipers venom scorning,

Maiming, claiming, like a guided missile.

XX

XX

Tearing apart everything in its path,

The venomous kettle left combusted.

Nothing to quell the quake of its wrath,

Destroying all that which it was entrusted.

XX

XX

“Why do you not hate me?” 

Asks the kettle, distraught from the impact.

“Because you don’t see what I see.”

They respond, as matter of fact.

XX

XX

The viper bites at what does not keep distance,

But the kettle holds its toxin.

Repaired by stranger’s persistence,

Whistling when anyone new walks in.

XX

XX

You can’t destroy a kettle that was repaired with steel.

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