Oracle Veins

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 12, 2018

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Drinking from the fountain 

Where the lark can't see.

Look at it through the bushes

From the roots that ground me. 

Rivers run red from the sins that feed

The oracle veins in the seeded tree.

Watching intently from the dirt that is me. 

Watching as he flies, fire fly free. 

Watch as I rot with my feet to my knees. 

 

Veil the scars concealed by matricide,

The gateway through the soul

Through my malignant eyes. 

Rivers run red, then rivers run dry. 

The sin of the mother will never die.

 

The clouds part and the sun rains down,

Sets fire to the life surrounding

But nothing can touch me.

Try to warn my muse of his demise

Sending urgent ardor to meet his fragile mind.

He looks at me through the bushes. 

Flies free, only to land on my branches. 

Looks me in the eyes

And calls me the tree of life.

While I burn his words,

He starts to bleed as the fire seethes. 

Nothing I love, can ever love me.

 

Tangled in my vines, feeding on these veins;

Rivers run red from the sins that feed

The pulsing veins of my oracle tree.

Watching intently from the dirt that is me. 

Watching enviously as they are free. 

Rivers run red, then rivers run dry.

Everyone I love will surely die.


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