~Unfading the mirror~
~Unfading the mirror~
Finding me again, looking into
The mirror of time, once not
Long ago it was not me whom,
Stared back but something more
Sinful that rode like the wind. I
Always spoke in forked tongue
With a sinister grin. I have sheltered
That demon in a cage hidden deep in,
The cold caverns of time. Out of
The quick sands of time, you
Pulled me back again, quicken my
Spirit, showing me life is not always
Just a whirlwind moment, slow
Down enough to at least catch the,
Fragrance of the flowers as you,
Roll by them. I have seen men
Come, and watched them go, to
Places that they were meant to be.
Its time to begin again, I no longer
Ride the lightning, some days
I still hear the thunder of a thousand,
Of us rolling up, to take what we wanted,
No questions ask?no answers givin.
Inkmaster
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