Copper sky is pending to be touched,
A fairy tale that missed among all.
That burning fire, flurry, and frown,
Late nights whose pages frown.
Pity, blood for blood who sold,
Desire hard for poetic justice.
In me that hoards and roars,
Lust and conscience, my experience holds.
Strong metallic luster, antiquity,
Stains haunts, the doors of brightness.
When the dews coughed and nations stormed,
Voices of disaster when paused and alarmed.
Hereby, emptiness, holiness, happiness,
Thereby, master, disaster along faster.
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