COURAGEA Poem by oc3an
What is the dream, show me what you see,
close the curtains, entertain the dark, let darkness shine light in your mind, kindling imagination not desire, risk it please,risk it now, might king become. I see bright lights, I see stars, even after dark, behold heaven, to stroll through, just to be you, that a star, one might become, even if for a fortnight, it may be. The rumbling of thunder, voice of the gods, speak to me, quench my thirst, hear my plea, open the gates, grant me access, to all that's divine, that with the gods I might dine, so i might be me.
© 2017 oc3an
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Added on July 3, 2017 Last Updated on July 3, 2017 |