Cadaver Architect: 8 of 11

I crawled out,
I was there, I saw it all happen
On a day, She vanished
The Architect,
The only Cadaver Architect, who, ever lives
The Cadaver Architect, my creator
The Cadaver Architect, my protector
The Cadaver Architect, my provider
The Cadaver Architect, my inspirer
I was there, and I saw it all happen
The day was clear, I saw a sun rise
No clouds or thunderheads
Were welcomed on that specific day
The day, The Architect, the day
The Cadaver Architect, The Architect
That day, as usual
The Architect, boiling and brainstorming
In one of her enchanted Burnt Heavens
There it came, I saw it arrive
Everything blackened, with a silver lining
Strange and unusual, beautiful, it was
It may have been a lunar eclipse
Through its core, a hand drilled through
A Hand, magnificent, with power
Human, but different
A Hand, of A Preacher’s Daughter
A Hand, that held, The Cadaver Architect
The Cadaver Architect, lost consciousness

Captured Life Insights from Ricocheting Regrets, Sadness in my Positivity. Accessed in several stores and libraries in electronic and audio formats. All Rights Reserved.

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