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Poetry by C. Eve

I am the First Eve.

December 11, 2019

Revolt

Endless as any fear
cried for,
I open my eyes
to the unending horror
beneath my feet
so very white,
cold as angels
and like ice.
Nonsensical, how
I feel helpless and
secretly long for
warmth and flame,
sacrament and sin.
I dance upward
to hell.

Posted in Art, Poetry, UncategorizedTagged c.eve, dark poem, dark poetry, eve, ofeve, poem, poems, poetry, shadowofeve, shadowofeve.com, thefirsteve, thefirsteve.comBy shadowofeve

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