There is no dreaming here.
No beauty left in washed out...

Becalmed atop a mirrored sea
the storm has passed...

Time stops dead and all sounds cease.
Air thickens, cloying and almost sweet...

Dreams, captured, held
and nursed against the...

Pyrite smiles and angel's eyes
unwary innocents ensnared...

An End
Standing high upon this edge...

Fairyland is in an uproar,
The phoenix refuses to rise...

In annual repetition he came,
Sorrow sweeping the path before him...

Churning assimilation in guts torn open to reveal
bleak innards meshed in manias grip...

After all uncertainty has burned away and
vanquished are the unseen foes that led us...

The trees dance
as the north wind breathes...

Betrayal,
A monochromatic rose...