The Folding of Three (part IV of the Glare)

The continuation.

As the breaking blackness of dusk rolls by

You can hear a distant chant of crashing waves

By law we should know where we stand

Beyond the reefs of solitary caves

Moving between the lines of reality and dream

We dare look upon our inner self to guide

Hidden within the grand marshes of a lake nearby

We do not dare to see what it is we hide

Beyond the gilded gates of fate

Lies a choice we must all partake

And through the dusty meadows of foliage

I can see what lies before me at the gate

A call into the wild my eyes diverge

And inside my heart tells me to send

A withered yet splendid young man sighs

The evening forever lasts and does not bend

A crack of the neck, a jolt up my spine

Ticks away the sands of time

And do I dare

I must prepare

For what is ahead of me

Whatever shall it be