She rose like the angel of temptation
And ran circles around a failing
scarecrow
Darkness came
And Nemesis choked the life from time of
equilibrium
Plunged down into the abyss that never ended.
Mortal saviours came and failed the task
Cries and
tears
Claustrophobia
An endless journey into hell
But frozen
wasteland
The nurture of nature was by human hands
Like poison instead of water, no
solace was found
The dead soul lost
And dreams cast to infernos
Removed to kinder times with familiar hands
Rendered the wounds
impotent
The dreamer took another path
And forgets yesterday
Risen from
ashes of a shadow burned raw
Life flickered
Dreams alive
And the air becomes breathable
The shadow becomes the
power
The power finds the utopia of neverland
Reigning in the rays of sun
Shining fields of such colour
That the
power looks to others with a clowns face and heart
At long, long last
A time far overdue rains seeds of growth
Lachesis
draws the circle
But he looks to her from his new pedestal
Seeing the
beautiful
But now impatient of the shadows old ways
The power can be seen
in new blood through old veins
It fights
Its concerns are no longer
trivial
But ultimacy.
Time will draw crosses as fate does
A 400 mile stretch until those
days
The power smirks, knowing it has found the lizard king, the
heliosphan
All, all and again
The shadow will stay ashes.
Postscript:- Written after I completed my first year of University(1996)