Draconian
Eternal Flow
Crushed the glass,
red velvet rivers,
flows on hand.
Dripping embers red,
flowing silenty still,
glued to contures.
Hardened black,
crusted flakes,
crumbling,
silently falling.
Blown by winds,
softly i fall,
return to be,
the end of all.
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