The Seed. A Poėtric Saga Part 1

The Seed.
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I
It grew in the dark.It grew in the night.
It grew and it grew and it grew into life.
It saw itself shine.It saw itself shadow.
Like all that It saw was all of it's mellow.
It self in it's start.It self in it's end.
It's self as the inventor destroying each event. It didn't want to see that. It didn't know how to believe it.Be leaving it, be free from it. Be all with it's nottingness.
Feel lost in it's hollynes. The glory was told. But it couldn't believe in it.
But growing it did. But only within.
So that became the story that started
It's end.

For long it did nothing.At short it got everything. It grew and it grew, it grew into someting. And there it remained.
Without it be named. Before it could change but changed??
Yes it changed...

II
The colours came first. To fill up the mass. A pigment of black with purple and red. And then came the bones
Like rock a mile stones. Like rock a bey baby it started to grow.It started to feel
It started to vaint. It still would not feel the start of the pain.The heart of the game
The darkside of shame.The feeling trough feelings trough feelings.Insain

III
So there it began. What had it begotten?
The future was cold the silence was sudden.Because now it was rotten.
Because now it was pure.Because now it understood it was ment to be cured.
Ment to be poison. Cloaked as a medicine. Spoken as adreline.
Took like an aspirine. Used as a aspirint.
Abused but magnificent. Confused and oblivious.

The story was told. But still it stood still. Yes still it rebelled to come back into hell.

IV
It self it self. It wasn't itself.
It would not take self it said to it self.
So it started a war. A war with itself.
A war of the soul to resolve in it itself.
So it would evolve in itself
it started to fall in love with itself so now it
was lost inside of itself...

that's all for now folks. I hope you like the story. If you like to read more leave me a message.

other poetry and fiction stories I posted
https://steemit.com/writing/@mrgranville/poetry-called-saved-original-poem-afd891bfc592