Monday, August 12, 2019

Moth hunter - Mar. 2019


Fierce like a storm, she loved like a demon
Tiptoeing around her soul, he felt more human
Until no longer he played dead to her insults
And wrote in her blood curses, changing his mind to defaults
For cyborgs never feel, never care, never bend,
But bring the fire of creation cold at entropy s length.

Her lying eyes always tinkled no matter the weather,
Brought all hearts in a swirl of feathers only to later on suffer
Like no other Cezar, sold each soul captured for a copper
Thus summer was lost, winter recaptured,
Lilith! with the skin of a lizard, all humanity's fractured
With a touch of your hand, deceiving gaze that molds
The purity and innocence into bots,
AIs and living creatures, behold
Organic worlds turned into metal from gold
Like a black widow weaving portals to netherworld.

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