Reality
Dedicated to Shadow Keep
Upon thy brow I had lain my locket..
I feel that you shall soon leave, depart
With that which I had put into your pocket...
So be it, if tis reality that beckons
You near. The siren's song of winds
And scents of heathers. Time reckons
Its own passage with deeds...and sins.
Slip away to the land of cloudless night
And there intrust your being with surety
That bound into this ethereal light
You will find, in Reality...a purety..
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