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Mythology (Part I)

This is a mythological exercise about dragging corpses as far (in?)imaginable, and there, letting them fall, beyond the end of time, the limit of the journey, where an abyss resides, in which one legend will sink the other in depthless oceans, without time and without heartbeats. So it is also an epic between two legends. And a battle without destiny.

Recites Music,
that her soul is muse.
Muse sings,
that (your) soul shall be music.
“War you carry
and abysses shall be (your) echo:
falls of Nevers Survives,
labyrinths of eternal melodies.”
Poem .- Legend Music, ℵ

Treacherous verses hurled
against the walls of Troy.
Spears of stars;
cyclones of storm
of flooded strongholds.
Arches/Bows of sand.
Lifeless flowers
of unembodied souls.
Dawns of arrows.
Empty armors.
Fires without dances.
Heart is your shield,
impenetrable;
and fragile shield of heart;
yours.
It's death that you leave behind,
and your death what you postpone;
legend of your deserts:
heart of towers,
desertions and bestiaries
of mists and farewells
of conquests and agonies
that on the wind you suspend.
Poem: Legend War, ℵ

PS. I'm going to leave it here, not knowing if I will continue it. I think the poems are lacking names, figures and places. And the Troy thing is a cliché, I know, that's why it's a mere test. 

Edit. Added the watercolors even if it's just a quick sketch.

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