A Poet Unknown

A becoming

Upon this breath is the hopeful assuredness etched in the fabric realms of my soul. I command aspirations of dreams to revitalize enchanted melodies. The likes of which allure thine heart within the inky pages of mind. As timely essence knows no bounds, so too shall the festering of a vitality that flourishes throughout complex mournful hollows of past.

There shall lay a flaming kiss with remnants of old, fossilizing a beginning foretold from powers corrupt. Fore death may overcome silence, but life prevails in darkness before light. To begin anew one must enslave thyself to a journey of peace from trenches paved harrowingly close to others so enraptured in ignorance they burden ill fitting footholds to those they deem unworthy of grace, but of ill contented malice.

For those raised from the limitation of plain truths monger for the monetary gain of simplified inspiration derived from scriptures laid forth by self appointed prophets. The blooms of utopia will not be unshrouded from a presentation of beauty personified, but rather the purified hardships only prevalent to those forgotten in sight. Only within this plane of unforgiving desolation does grief offer the opportunity to harmonize a way to greatness.