Pinocchio in Chains...
pinocchio's profile in deepest shadow,
bound by lies of his own foolish making,
warns messengers of gloomy darkness
that evening stars are slowly, quickly shaking
the dripping sullen walls, while armless
statues draped in white marble robes
are cracking underneath a sky
streaked with dust from falling stars of gold.
falsehoods in chains! no truth is found
when foggy swirls writhe in between the trees,
twitch the leaves and chill the air
despite the twisting flames that burned the seas,
once so deep, now fired dry,
filled with rotting bones and salted weeds;
no life is left, all breath is gone,
taken and used for selfishness' needs.
right... umm. that's what came out. interesting. 'twas inspired by something that looked like pinocchio, in profiled shadow, in chains. hmm.
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