Held in their sticky cerement embrace- loneliness, disappointment and dubiety, companions constant and true – reluctant but practiced supplicants, lay warmed and comforted in their familiarity, while silently despairing over corporeal promises and hollow intents.
Forgotten by gods, dismissed by fate, ignored by muses, bastardized by man; living outside the laws of nature, what more have they a right to expect?
Abandoned to “Mortality”, earthbound and blind…
their future, unformed questions in their mind;
choked with dread of the unknown and anticipation of hopeful and rewarding lives ...
they wander around the trough.
Drowning amidst the din of man, taunting notes
on haunted internal winds
carry vaguely familiar glimpses of truths once known…
long since forgotten.
Closing their eyes when the world stops for a breath,
They permit the melody to carry them home
to a place they knew beyond the veil…
before the oracles left us…
Exiled
Abandoned to Mortality, earthbound and blind…our future, questions in our mind choked with dread of the unknown and anticipation of hopeful and rewarding lives...we wander.
Taunting notes on a haunted wind carry vaguely familiar glimpses of truths witnessed… long since forgotten. Closing our eyes when the world stops for a breath, we permit the melody to carry us home to a place we knew beyond the veil…before the oracles left us…
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