The End

Rather than being disillusioned by the raw and bitter truth of reality, we confuse ourselves with the intoxicating hope that every falling star is a sign from the heavens. We have come to accept that self-deceit is more comfortable than the chance of inspiration's end.

We are lost in time. No longer do the whispered enchantments echo from the halls of the cathedral of souls. No one hears the ancient songs because no one listens. The celestial choir is silent. Faith sacrificed for a moment of pleasure. I yearned for more.

I wanted to believe in a love that rivaled the magic in the writings of the literary giants of the past. I wanted to be consumed by the fires of that passion. I wanted to infuse those emotional ashes into my inkwell and share them with the world. I offered my heart...

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Written: 04/02/18 DBC

Judgement Day

Last eve, I reached through space and time and rediscovered the spark that kindled the fire that rages in my soul - the dawn of love.

Ages have passed and the flames burned on. 

Dreams sacrificed on the pyre of time. 

Yet the ashes of armorous memories remain. 

(Dancing) 

A whirlwind of glow and shadow. 

(Enchanting)

Love never released exists in time, begging to be rediscovered. 

Desire, never captured, flutters through space. 

Haunting every anguished lover. 

Whispering hints of forgotten words, ancient harmonies.

Long ago, a young boy, enraptured by the universe within his muse, stood.

(Staring)

This night, an old man gazes to the heavens, awaiting 

(Eschaton)

                                                 ...

  

Written: DBC 06/08/22

Edited by: Russ Hill