Obsidian Blood Poem by Engin Kavrak

Lure a flame a sparkle so easily contained
A life leaf feather a breathe angel's feather
Above the heights a winds blow so nighs
My life from your kiss so obtained
By the gravity a soul lift upon the currents stability
On upon the stands of trifled life a bearing alone
My bars and chains my blood of your sacrafice atone
Through the shadow lands my hands bleed the inability
Of course your shadow a feather recourse of an obsidian blood flows
Of your stance a high glance and my fearful repose
Life by the lips of your tale drips a source unlips a rose
A thorn on the otherside of the story revoke a high story
A height my sight so blinded by your flight in a tale
Of so written an unsheathed flash on your back reblock
My fear so inhales a tear frozen by the ilk
Reform a freedom in source a freedom to recast again
Life seems fail my hands struggle but frail
Of your light a night seems not so as desperate
Thus melt the ice I am tired of the fights
I will be waiting at the fading of these nights