May Be

How solitary and resolute I look these days, A stoic gaze simplifies my bewildered face. solitary, but not stagnant, As the early warmth of sunlight gladly comforts magenta rose, Languorous morning reabsorbs into a lambent priori of muse. Rain or shine, The strings of my violin remain dutifully hanging, not the lamenting wires of a…

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A Vision in Evanescence

In my restless dreams I walked alone, through empty halls to the golden woods where autumn bloom. Beneath the grey icy water, I saw a vision glitter, then my reflection dissolved, into million particles of neon lights, lit up the diamond sky while you tenderly sighed. There I came flying, to the faraway kingdom with…

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The Infamous Coup

It’s done, I left. And, disinherited. They sworn I’d be left on my own, So tell me, Good Lords, Have I ever not been on my own? I am weary of the living,  Weary of the long, blind struggle; I am weary of the trusting, Where my trusts but torments prove;  Weary of the dimly…

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