the feeling of inside-out insomniactic breathings
and musings
on my walls,
forever dorment
and mislaid
as well all go tumbling past
-our blind path
forever bloomed with sarcophignated
flowers of unending time
and petals still infringed
on where our pillow lay.

and as I lay
with brandished sword
my will to fight becomes no more
for faeries pink and mermaids' dreams have caught my heart's delight.
a light within my tower beckons
and I bestepped my right...


forsoothe my soul cried out to thee
and in thy death replenished
but breath allures
so great a task
in vain we try to sleep
all turpled up
in roses past
-the scent of victory
red as crimson triumph in my palms
my tears do stain the land
where only men have trod.


and as I cried
with bloodied sword
my will to live forsook
all faeries dreams of mermaids' calls have left me in the night.
a light within my chamber beckons
and I bemourned my right...


your name is lost upon the seas
my tongue has drowned you out
and vindicated branches scrape my mind
remembering sheets and blood and tears and sweat
-a very primal need
so delicately was waylaid
usurped from round-about
that our blind eyes
to all advantages seek
each momentary gloss
of unsubmerged conquest.


and as I walked,
my sword behind,
my will to care just disappears
for faeries, mermaids, and the lot have culled my once great might.
a light within my soul beckons
and I bewrought my right...

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