Dreamless Cataract

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Glistening in the shadows of destiny
Abided by the light of eternal silence.
Crystallized stones kept, what was left
Of a waterfall so dream like.
At the end of the road of the waterfall
There was a mere where golden coy fish.
All swimming with keen red gems
Made of the sweet blood dropped
From the fallen angels of Heaven.
To the unborn demons of Hell
Pools of rejoice?
Or pools of sorrow?





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