Child of the stars (second rough draft)
Out of no where their there suspended in air,
The Ivory King in his chair floating from an
unblemished citadel made from the pure white light of
octillion prayers, Seeing him descend the alabaster stairs
accompanied by snow white orbs everywhere reaches down to my soul past the epidermis layers and makes me scared.
Fears triple as sound waves ripple through acoustic
instrumentals.
A unsubscribable ballot,
The galactic transparent parent not of this planet with
gold talons not made it apparent,
Im the inherent heir apparent,
A sip of the holy chalice quickly
balanced my unbalanced malice.
Couldn’t disseminate now the verbs and nouns seemingly
coming from all around, Loud trumpet sounds from the clouds wow,
Shock and awe as i bow down to the ground when facing the
crown.
Compression in my ear,
The message becomes clear,
Ghostly robes,
Colorless beards,
The GODS are here.
Is the globe a gift or a curse?, Its weighed by all its
joy and all its hurts, The earth is finally weighed for whats
its worth, For it now stands judgement before the 24 counsel
of the multiverse.
2nd draft to my "child of the stars....still not done with it......if you have any ideas , plz express them....
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