The Askance Chapter 2 Part 2a

Mirrors Of Our Souls For just a while I close my eyes Waiting… waiting for thoughts to devour me Too much truth voice the hidden lies And a sudden befallen wells tranquility What lies aforth, I’m only to know just as well The creature of death, shall be arriving soon An unholy desire of the inevitable dwell… And the silent spirits sang for darkness to loom At the chime of the thirteen hour The ever darken blackness seduces the fallen angels Time statues unmoved by unearthly power And I saw the ghostly green of the iris crystal Never a calmness blue, never an angered red Only of a depthless green Subtle as dew on ancient lake Endless in its inspirit eyes of dreams “As it appears, you seem cleanse of troubled thoughts! My presence seems unnecessary, or is it not? Voice one’s heart for your sorrows, I shall feed Be it grievance tear to water one’s yearning seed Hence the enchantment of time stands the dark and the light Where there is one there is the other, of day and of night Laughter is of happiness within the essence of sadness For one never rejoices if one understands not the sweet bitterness The knowledge of pain reveals the path to comfort To feel, to heal, can one’s destiny be acknowledged forward! Grace be the divine, waste be the devil Mystical wonders wells both the heavenly and befallen angels These few of many proverbs, bears true to its words They are but two, yet voice only as one to be heard No less, no more, a string there binds with never a knot For since the forgotten rules, sacks not a penny for a thought Scripted as one sees, for what lies as a woven bond Either to be denied existence, then neither of us will belong The balance atween our worlds, towers the Golden Gates of reasons Yours as the ‘Mortals’ and of my the ‘Ancients’