Anarchy Poem by Shadow Girl

Why-
call beautiful
a face
never seen.
A face shrouded
in the Shadows
of Ebony Fire.

And-
why, summon a girl
unknown.
A soul
concealing fragility,
profound naiveity
of perpeptual wisdom.

All is nothing
more than
what it never seemed
and
nothing is everything
it never was:
a cavity, hollowness
an indented
abyss.

An astute delerium;
abandoned, foresaken,
faithless desolation
of brightness, beatitude-
Lost, stolen, Gone.
Eternally terminated,
enigmatic
for never more.

Shadow Girl