Beholden to a lovely voice, we chase alluring calls
Down long forgotten corridors and faint remembered halls
A lantern keeps our innocence still litten ‘cross the page
Flick’ring at the edge of void where sleep the souls enraged
Keep the fires of life at bay while tending to the spark
Touch my outstretched fingers and I’ll find you in the dark
Weaving to a psalmic tune between the lives of men,
We parry those who seek to taint our universe within
Arisen wet from neighbored nests but since have traveled far
I see that you have long passed through, yet left the door ajar
Oblivion beseeches with a solemn, sweet refrain
Knocking down the apple for the temptress that remains
Greater men have sundered down where sorrow is distilled
Leaning to the intellect of scrolls and vials filled
Knowledge of the richest grade still echoes what they spake
Debriefing new inheritors of potions left to take
So take upon your weary self the burdens of small things
So that you may ne’er trip on trailing robes of kings
In eagle’s eyes you’ll one day see the road that you have made
The gleaming studs of jeweled pasts, in twilight do they jade
Remember my unbodied names and I’ll remember thine
Suck the fruit of youth before it sickens on the vine
We whisper ‘neath our headstones where in peace we close the book
Begging of our memory that last forbidden look
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Be always safe,
Karen
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