foreshadowed by the ravens of unknown existence, through the darkened world once gray and gloom, the stream from cold winds is announcing the return of a world that was forgotten.
belief is a far away land, beatitude a lifetime’s journey, i feel you here and it keeps me sane.
transcending my bygone glory, far from dishonour away from hatred, i survived.
as i stare at my reflection, i see my present and my past, a wandering vision into extant realm.
lights have gone down, ceiling turned dark, staring at the empty ballroom i relive the dance with the 7 ladies.
breathing through the undertow, lashed out by avidity, beaten up by the elements, i struggle to survive.
secluded in my own world, turned from a king to a wretch, i want to remain an eternal mystery to myself and others.
overhanging fiercely on the rock, no wave assault can make it drown, it has been shaped for eternity.