the light
as it now sneaks through the blinded folds of fate
turns taken forward
as mischievous wonders come rather fouly and late
the candles of horizon take beyond masters and lanterns
as spectrum of past, light our way
covered here and forever, roam the melodies of broken sight
looking through the path, to a life consumed...
by slow decay!
thus art not by any of what thout has seen
all the scenes of mental sanity and are of madness
alas, all my creation so long have been
trapped by hands of hell
and bars of solidity seemingly nice and keen
a mind astrew, a body taken through
a hazardous mistique of highered man
every part is as though dying
and fight for a stand!
unforgotten, but drained by sand
all withdrawn by good faith's hand
at the gates now stand the sent outs
of maliced faces, of flesh that art as so
a flesh more corpse, thats all i know
to give leave now for my friendly foe
must this of identity filed in shame
point now the fingers for your sanity
but for our madness...
who takes the blame
of disfigured litters by past lifetime blow
and tear down thy door
betook by sadness
and the tide below?!
by:
The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperioug