A Vision of the Despaired

…And the obscurity ever so profound… Stuffing a new-born with apprehension… Nebulous prophecies it recites… As my prospect begins to diminish… The ravens soaring high above… As fatality becomes the conqueror… And he dwells in the deep murk… When the wolves discard the frail one… …And the uncertain sky resides in doubt… Listening to him recite infidel hymns… Perplexed, Dejected, Adrift… A lost essence ferrets for ecstasy… And streaks of crimson materialize the sky… …While the blood-scarlet sun accosts the profound ocean… Such a panorama perceives the dim mind… A vision of the despaired… A bird discards the defective infant… …And a cohort of malevolence at command… A serpent persecutes the lost soul… Persecutes the one neglected… A thorny, malicious and defiled path he walks… The neglected one craving for her occurrence… Warmth of affection radiating from her eyes… Words of ignorance bleeding from her mouth… Euphoric reminiscences dwell in the core of his essence… Reminiscences of optimism and fictitious prophecies… Bitter, icy winter blows to his heart… As past reminiscences venoms his essence to endless anguish… Endlessly dedicating affectionate words to the one ever so beautiful… Eyes of profound depth ever so consoling… Emptiness fills his spirit with despair ever so immaculate… The words of affection lost deep into oblivion… The discarded young wrestles with the adversity of nature… …A neglected mortal resolute with lost aspirations… An eccentric observe runs through the feeble mortal “Aspiring for an enhanced panorama is for those with immense fortitude” Once a magnificent vision existed deep within…and now Absurdly bleeding eyes lamenting over inflexible words… Magnificence of any vision thaws as aspiration unites with obscurity… And defeat becomes a customary guest… Ever so blindly dedicated words to the unyielding… Lost in her profound eyes ignored the dismaying past… A torn heart bears scars of the past and blunders only once… Her torn essence barely affectionate ever again… …And now the veracity ever so lucid… …As I read her words of sorrow An assurance I impart… “Ignorant of the past I was blindly surrendering to the striking affection… Conscious I am now after breathing a false dream and plummeting into a profound distress…Confessions are no longer extant except that which you shall never discern.”