An inglorious Blur
Feb 23, 2017 · 1 min read
When the curtains close,
Voices creep over your head,
Monsters attempt to suppress your bed,
Nevertheless, a boy stands beside you with a rose,
Guarding such a fragile creation.
(Is it just pure imagination?)(Please, Don’t let them come in!)
Their presence implies a mortal sin,
Oh and the Devil is there to take her…Whether in disgrace there is an immortal place,
Allow me, an invisible shadow, follow your pace instead!
Hence he moistens, with fervour, her forehead,
Awaits the red gets drowned in water and pursues the mace.Lastly, through an Inglourious blur
She lets the light enter her spheres,
Yet, she does not notice a rose covered in tears…
- Frederico Vicente — 0100 0011 0111 0010
