in stillness enshrined through time, my past splendor fell asleep to the never, there’s nothing here but memories.
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.