Antigone

I grew within this frozen town Encoding memories of stems I made at home I found a glade inside my hand I grabbed the clouds and with my knees I crushed the pyre O mirror with no stand Serrating everything Frustrated enclosure Your slopes glide through the floes I skin the murdered foals We set the price of coal The Akhal Tekes moan Take my praxis To the bank I curl around the crystal rake O mirror of divorce O polder of collision Flagrant subterfuge is clutching its sidе Paywalls enclose the virgin bridе Oh shadow of what never was But seems to have been And to have been lost... You've done your job I blow My angel's robe To the crooked road

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 07, 2026