Willows lament into a smog smothered lake.
The trauma of knights still heard...

...........Tonight
.......We remember...

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Laughter drifts from mouths...

Dark
Stone walls...

Move back in time, and dream...
Eventually your face may look younger than mine...

Craving dark passion,
In chunks of addictive bliss...

Minds caught young, Are
Used for purposes, by those...

A Lama leaps out,
then a waving panda...

Intensity begins...
the insane obscured turmoil...

The circus rolls into town
And the crowd fills the big top...

A familiar noise at
the front door...

Carefully he takes aim,
Understanding each shot must be perfect...