~Dead mans trance~
Reminiscences of the precedent rise up,
To a melodically hither dance,
Wedged in the glance of a dead mans trance.
Missing in the unquestionable clutch,
Of a unfulfilled state is what they bestow.
Spellbound between the light, trapped,
In the dark, is where you will find,
How my story goes! Once in a time,
Long, long ago I was not lost, but now,
I have wondered away from the light,
Branded like a banshee trapped in its,
Unearthly flight, the years revolve on,
The night seeps in, everything’s lost sight.
No longer concerned were I have been,
Death is holding out his hand,
Faith, is lost fighting against the wind.
Nothing here is for certain except the,
Slamming of the mistaken door.
Lost in memo wares of a summit long
Ago, nothing here is new,
Everything seems old,
Nothing new to share,
All is cold!
Inkmaster
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