Tempt

The Result of Entertaining Temptation

Deep inside an incased shell...
A frozen sea of Sadness.
As deep as some forgotten Labyrinths go,
there is much down here,
so little and so old.

Weaving now is a web of mystery.
A softening development,
the advancement of love and lust,
the incomprehensible torment,
of, what if?

Lost beneath an open Sea,
covered in white snow.
Seemingly lost in solitude.
Somehow availed to many in great dismay,
that it seeks for fortune at this worlds great play.

Many see a mask,
many see a face.
All i see is a phony,
desolate, lecherized vice,
seeping out various life; A leech.

The utter Calefaction; an endless arousal.
A seemingly endless Vogue,
Now the outcast's rival.
So trivial and demanding.
A twirling, whirling guise of downwardness.

From this Sea so frozen,
to open plains of snow.
There is a willing shut out,
an encased tomb of solid walls.
The inert one,
a Frozen Soul.

Lurking in this hidden lair,
a disturbance in this unnatural place...
A rupturing vault!
hidden chambers,
they now shine with light,
So bright and so blinding!

But one would wonder...
What would happen if in or toward the end...
That ice should melt,
and tectonic plates should implode!
The Fury of an ice reign end,
ending with the Symphony of Flame.

In a vivacious twirl of self-righteousness,
There begins a tale of no more Haunting lies,
No longer a world of Plastic and deceit.
A new and happy retirement,
debuting in new roads that lay ahead.

The bonds of Bondage fall,
the sounds of trumpets roaring,
a spinning, whirling absurdity,
only explicable of one thing.
The realization of but one thing...

The expectancy of a Child.

{The Child is me.}