Metal
Added 2017-11-03 12:18:40 +0000 UTC Dry and cold, emerges
From the fertile earth, within
Them dark bowels born.
White is the colour,
Inwards is the movement;
Rotten is the smell.
Metal is Yin, an
Irony so grand in it's
Decaying white light.
Gold and silver on
Earth, lightning and stars on Sky,
Venus in Aether.
White is death, mourning,
Grief as flesh decays, as old
Age lightens the hair.
It's holy beast lord
Is the White Tiger, resting
Softly in the West,
Waiting for Autumn
To bring death. Rooster, Monkey
And Dog worship him.
I wait for rotten
Autumns, praying for white decay
And wishing mourning.
