The hour is late,
I find my self wanting. ..
The struggle within daunting,
My Needs, both Real and Great. ..
The claxon's wail a torment,
As seconds Mark the time. ..
Dreams of you my crime,
Your Visage, dire Lament. ..
I struggle, bound in place,
Determined, steadfast pride. ..
Ashamed, in truth I hide,
From mornings risen Grace...
Screw it. ..
If I hit snooze ONE MORE TIME. ..
I'M GOING TO BE LATE! !!
DAMN. ..
Ravyn /|\ ...
Bard, of the Order of Bards,Ovates and Druids...
There is a Door,
Set within a Wall. ..
Upon a Porch,
Facade of humble Hall. ..
Behind the Door,
Resides a Soul,
Keeper... of the Void,
Facade of rabbits Hole...
Within the Hole,
Expands One's Fate...
Wonders, glass and Stain,
Facade of treasures Gate...
Beyond the Gate,
The paths abound...
Moments wound within Miles,
Facade of Fates. .. Found. ..
There is a Door,
Upon a Fated Porch...
Knees drawn tight to Chest,
Facade of carried Torch...
A Girl...
A Key...
A Door...
...
Ravyn /|\ ...
Bard, of the Order of Bards,Ovates and Druids...
