Seek the Banished Trails

by XXTruthSeekerXX   Jul 27, 2007


At last, be known, the spell lies here
The ground of a thousand shattered dreams
Here comes the mysteries' first premier
An untold story thrown to ambers
As the night cease--
Pencils fall and papers tucked silently away
To bed the young writer with no answers
Before the sun's rising on holy day
Never letting go what shrouds the corners

Hush the mouth and look carefully back
No followers yet, no glaring-old eyes
Remain in the shadows and turn doors black
The words come alive in spiteful flames
How myopia thrives so well...
Five senses trapped within little pink walls
With flowers and butterflies fluttering around
This is how the almighty one falls
When one cannot see one's own feet

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  • 16 years ago

    by Cella Bella

    That was pretty fantastic... you created exceptional images here. This was very refreshing and powerful. You definitely have an amazing way with words. 5/5

    marcella