Stote Poem by Leon Moon

Infinite Power
Known through instinct
Impartial's the flames
With a tower,
Understood by all things extinct,
The parallel barrel of relatives.

A body without a Hero
The death of admiralty
Distinguishing zero,
Disguising remembrances of revelations
Issuing the value for reality,
Here every mirror is a glance.

We create each other's paths
And negate worthiness of nobility
Equalised to be summarised
By the horror of continuity,
Another all-loving reprise,
The hereditary of compromised breaths.

^
Well that was boring...

What else is there?

If only you were here...
We live for happy endings
And retrace forgotten lyrics
Lost in the where -
Lost in the where -
If only you were here...