A Strange Sequence...

What would it do,

To travel across the rivers,

The mountains...

The roofs...

Twisted conjurations of the mind

collaborate against the fractions of disintegrated past events.

Nothing will be as it was.

Everything is encased within the dilapidated walls of change,

The rust of time and love's barbed cage.

Will it all to carry along the feathered breath of the wind

but to burn asunder within the heat of the moment,

Cease the wheel of fortune for she hasn't been so fortunate

as Dante surpasses the consumption of each circle.

But that is not the matter to which we shall attend.

Such surreptitious endeavors are best left in the dark...

Twisted conjurations of the mind

collaborate against the fractions of disintegrated past events.

Nothing will be as it was.

Elaborate the ideals you hold as Dante once did

Do not ever fight alone but share such battles.

Change had caused destruction

But continue the construction

Build the walls to your haven that none other will reach.

Use the whispered moans of the Sylphs to quiet the noises in your head

That mindless circumference you hold...

No longer shall that patch be the invincible idea of peace

But the key to your undoing.

Twisted conjurations of the mind

collaborate against the fractions of disintegrated past events.

What will it do,

To travel further than the rivers,

Higher mountains...

Thatched roofs...

Nothing will be as it was...

Nothing shall be if ever...

Reviews

[JayJayBlue]

Sounds like a Divine Comedy-esque work, I love it

[Simon Welsh]

Ohhh, dark fantasy! I like! And I suck with reviews xD