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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