Evanescence

And here,
It is coaxed to sink into non-existence.
The crimson and black,
Into evanescence.
No art can be catharsis,
Can be no witness to the incandescence,
As it incinerates,
The scripted pages of the eloquence,
Set ablaze by a social ordinance.
To the black in white
It may be voidance,
For I write in crimson words herein,And rejoice in self-acceptance.
Cast into oblivion the prose may be,
And rhymes may dissolve in silence.
I'd be here,
Sounding the crimson, black,
Rejoicing in the quiescence. 

© The Godiva Expression – Anum Ali