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