“Stormborne” (Original Poem)


From the terrors that only I can understand,

Beyond the blazed anguish of my own mind.

In the darkness found inside the light,

Amassing a gameness that plummets within.

I believe that gold is to stay.

But that not all that is gold is good.

Yet the darkness and fumes bring out each other,

In the ferocity that consumes, even the surface.



Elizabeth Ulanova

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