Dilantha Gunawardana


The Promise Of Darkness


Night shatters like glass
To the wrath of dawn
As all darkness is obliterated
By the infusion of therapeutic light
Daybreak wraps herself
In celestial satins of gold
Turquoise coalesces to an azure tapestry
Intercalated only by the glow of a perched priestess
Revolutions of the spindle of time
Where man is a perennial slave
To cosmic circumambulations
Children of a Machiavellian God
Dancing to the music of dichromatic time
Yet petrified of a fateful cataclysm
When all interfaces will be absented
For the perpetuation of a legacy
Of eyelids stitched with the sable thread of time

Submitted: Wednesday, November 06, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, November 06, 2013

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A poem on the sun's armageddon

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