Tragic they Stood
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Colors evaporated with time, leaving broken residue. Two boys, now men reflect on lost love.

Tragic they Stood

Vague shades of blue

Vague shades of blue paint elusive shadows

Vague shades of blue paint elusive shadows onto murk water

Vague shades of blue paint elusive shadows onto murk water fortunes.

Vague shades of blue paint elusive shadows onto murk water fortunes. Looking half corpse half god,

Vague shades of blue paint elusive shadows onto murk water fortunes. Looking half corpse half god, the two of them sat,

Vague shades of blue paint elusive shadows onto murk water fortunes. Looking half corpse half god, the two of them sat, seeping into faded color.

Vague shades of blue paint elusive shadows onto murk water fortunes. Looking half corpse half god, the two of them sat, seeping into faded color. Dry rain fell nonexistent into gaping mouths.

Vague shades of blue paint elusive shadows onto murk water fortunes. Looking half corpse half god, the two of them sat, seeping into faded color. Dry rain fell nonexistent into gaping mouths. Mouths filled with salt and the the smell of rotted shame.

Pan plays his flute,

Pan plays his flute, dancing wildly through black forgotten places.

Pan plays his flute, dancing wildly through black forgotten places. His melody haunts the dead as they turn restless.

The winding clock on denial strikes midnight

The winding clock on denial strikes midnight The two of them do not hear it.

The winding clock on denial strikes midnight The two of them do not hear it. Or perhaps,

The winding clock on denial strikes midnight The two of them do not hear it. Or perhaps, they choose not to notice.

Once they were beautiful creatures.

Once they were beautiful creatures. Gentle dew puddles reflecting forbidden wishes.

Once they were beautiful creatures. Gentle dew puddles reflecting forbidden wishes. But, time was cruel

Once they were beautiful creatures. Gentle dew puddles reflecting forbidden wishes. But, time was cruel, and sewed their lips into silence.

Once they were beautiful creatures. Gentle dew puddles reflecting forbidden wishes. But, time was cruel, and sewed their lips into silence. Their sun kissed freckles turned to moon ash.

The night ruled a tyrant,

The night ruled a tyrant, banning colors.

The night ruled a tyrant, banning colors. The fragile birds were nothing now but a sad movie,

The night ruled a tyrant, banning colors. The fragile birds were nothing now but a sad movie, played like a requiem to love.

The night ruled a tyrant, banning colors. The fragile birds were nothing now but a sad movie, played like a requiem to love. Their hearts entwined,

The night ruled a tyrant, banning colors. The fragile birds were nothing now but a sad movie, played like a requiem to love. Their hearts entwined, unraveled.

The night ruled a tyrant, banning colors. The fragile birds were nothing now but a sad movie, played like a requiem to love. Their hearts entwined, unraveled. Now thudding empty,

The night ruled a tyrant, banning colors. The fragile birds were nothing now but a sad movie, played like a requiem to love. Their hearts entwined, unraveled. Now thudding empty, like chipped piano keys.

They were daylight

They were daylight and the sun

They were daylight and the sun had

They were daylight and the sun had died.

Crows circled above a weed cemetery,

Crows circled above a weed cemetery, below,

Crows circled above a weed cemetery, below, the wings were captured in two hollow sets of eyes.

Crows circled above a weed cemetery, below, the wings were captured in two hollow sets of eyes. They stared at eachother like skeletal ghosts.

Crows circled above a weed cemetery, Remembering below, the wings were captured in two hollow sets of eyes. They stared at eachother like skeletal ghosts.

Crows circled above a weed cemetery, Remembering how it felt below, the wings were captured in two hollow sets of eyes. They stared at eachother like skeletal ghosts.

Crows circled above a weed cemetery, Remembering how it felt below, to be the wings were captured in two hollow sets of eyes. They stared at eachother like skeletal ghosts.

Crows circled above a weed cemetery, Remembering how it felt below, to be the wings were captured in two hollow sets of eyes. They stared at eachother like skeletal ghosts. full.

This post is for pride month. Thank you @indigosparkle for the idea!

This post is for pride month. Thank you @indigosparkle for the idea! I will be writing a couple more poems about this topic in the future.

This post is for pride month. Thank you @indigosparkle for the idea! I will be writing a couple more poems about this topic in the future. This one was fairly sad and depressing so, I will try and make brighter ones in the future!

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