Darkened Power Options

[sikdragon]

Darkened Power

the long wave generated by the sound stage impared my judgement day-
it delayed it's song of sorrow and t'will wait until a sudden tommorow-
i feel the pangs shredding away at my soul of which i borrowed-
the sight's of the blind have left me awestruck inline to get stuck afraid-
the darkened hallway taken time to find the furrowed brow stayed-
the stern ecstacy of which has kept me full of energy and yet frayed-
filled to brimming and running over and songs so fitting the four leaf clover-
blackened and dry withered to dust of which it came it's death come and gone-
trained to veer away fond to steer the day into the trees, tempting luck-

the raucous treatment of the lost frequent in lines inane but sequent-
peering into the darkness desperately searching for a light of some kind-
found none within this spy glass beyond the horizon without any insight-
left and right and still no white specks or dreams of another bind-
tonight is dreamless and drained, empty and vain, forecast just winter and rain-

clouds face the sun in a bout to take away the day that had once a reign-
flailing just to spite the room benighted by the maze of ways paved by time-
in a valley and under a cone, these eyes were not zoned for vision prime-
just division among the vortex and stubble as the tirades ready for rumble-
tumbles and drifts as the day shifts without any knowledge cast down to me-
passed the stranger and across the feign of spirited haunts and mindful taunts-

she flaunts around as if someone saw her, but surely vague proportion upon her-
sitting restless on her throne of lies beloved and despised, hidden from thine-
as a stag of many tines, amount has no bearing as the pain stings just the same-
and a lion's bite has many teeth but does not depend upon it's mane to bane-
the figures of an absent minded mathematician cause the faultered precision-

BOLLOCKS! sitting in her seat of darkness and loathing denoting all these-
forgetful of the might that has been given to enthrone her still the abuse-
as we all still choose to show her our loyalty and love for the bestilled use-
the power fuse until the news of another path has given way to stay dark-

dialated peoples group to see what they sought and face the rays blinding-
hiding their claws for they can see now, and the queen has still her throne-
without a king she rules with his iron fist and lips venomous and potent-
sensuous and over bearing and yet we cant stop caring as our fixed eyes-
keep staring and in lies our own demise of which we cannot surmise-