Subsequent to the curved thin black line, a point of no return. Swarms of butterflies shatter like glass as the horizons of their wings collide. A new dawn blocked by the haze but iridescence shines through. Brick by brick the wall begins to grow blocking out the sun creating an eternal moonlight. Sailing through the flames the only direction is North. Fuelled by your ignorance and ignited by nature, the duties of Eleven must carry on. Although the heat rises, protected only by ice the shadows come over once again. Behind the bars only the third eye sees out, but there is no escape and you destroyed the only key. Locked in chains forever only the illusion walks free.


About Amethyst Wilton

IT student from the Blue Mountains. I write poetry, lyrics, draw and paint.
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