Beauty doth it fade graceful..

Cometh waking  light of  shadowed reality ..garish nightmare some may venture to broach forth ....ah but thence  perhaps  wouldst my reply grace favour unto those for whom shadow .doth  it hold no illusion .. thereto nightmares doth become naught  more than , sojourn of the heart ..
To wit my brethren , hath I toiled longest upon  forge of broken dreams .. verily doth i proclaim they hath been laid unto waste ..debris of sweet nothings ...but oh ..Be it so beautiful within  deception of one's soul...
Wether thence doth  it be realities born of painful remorses  mayhap ...an act of a decietfull heart ..that doth cast cares not of whom or whence .. doth cupid's arrow doth strike cruellest intent ..Even if it doth break and splinter there  upon stoneiest ground or perhaps find delights in resoute of fertile garden   which ..hath awaited sweetest  rains of forever's promise ..knowest not I. ..
Learning therfore from one's own folly ..as  my familiar 'Amethyst' , doth perch upon my shoulder affording of me such comforting moments ....thus shall I compose in lyrical waxings ...create many a fine tiara of tears and thence even shall heir beauteous allure tarnish not ....one canst but darest dream ...

2016:^(R)/^ Raven