Year

A year long, but shorter
Has watched a dream
A dream that surpassed much and desecrated others

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)

David White