Hello Everyone, here is our next poem! The theme for this one is Syzael's thoughts during/of Hueco Mundo and the Winter War. As always be sure to check out Zaraki's corresponding poem. Enjoy!
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Title: Sterile
Sterile White
Endless
Grains of Infinity
Cold Coffin Palace
For Life Unfound
Freedom Of
Feather Light Wings
The pale creature
Sand and Draping Mercy
Clawed Point of Rose
Wield Life's Fragile Dolls
Fragile Chrysalids
Mock Power
Science and the Emptiness
Elated to Shorn Faces
Painted Garish Masks of Cunning
Life so Weak and Unassuming
Boundless Existence Broken
Curled Cunning Saccharine Smile
Power a Pale Receptor of Intellect
Lumbering Zero
Posses Nothing but Brawn
Collared Walls and Gleaming Insurgency
Reaching Hands Through
Moonless Gazes Dull of Thought
Haven in the Endless Void
Endless Voices
Ivory and Ebony
Twist and Writhing
The Tainted Coils Appear
Endless Droves of Fragile Insects
Beguiled into Opalescent Nets
Bright Gaudy
Lost in Sterile Skies
Soul Willing
Foolish yet God's Pawn
Pain Inumerable Tearing
Hideous Thoguths Paint Ghastly Grins
A simple Imitation
Of Hollowness
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