In magical verses weave your fated heart's request

In magical verses weave your fated heart's request, With metaphors holding the shy choir of light abreast, When hearts corroded by hatred in barrenness rest, And chains of thought whip gently the gentle flight's zest. If you are to regain control once more, When friends of yesteryear were but a lore, Whose drab garments through time emphatically wore, But forgiveness you've secreted from its core. And if in hope you can stand upright, Not raising armor before the liar’s project slight, When rage whispers edicts as if to indict, Melt it in calm, with spirit bright. Show the world whole your portrait fair, No masks, no regret, laid bare, And if you dream of deep breaks in despair, May you not become in others' lives a dismal seer. When eternity throws its cold shadow in your corner's crease, You should gaze with eyes that do not buckle under time’s caprice. Every living moment in time's palm surely will not cease, On the heart's scale, they demand to be released. If you can listen when the truth is spoken, Alien and shifted in a world that's been broken, And to persist through the common lies outspoken, To find faith beneath the frothy spray's token. If you dare face decay’s embrace without dread, Avoiding the gilded pleasure's feigned spread, And in autumn whispers feel your stern fall ahead, In the poverty of a sky that once display had fed. Risk carrying on the die heavy, precious pearls, Wager all that you've got for a fleeting twirl, And then, whoever you are, learn not to hurl hopes like chaff, Your failures become a path leading to something more sacred, more daft. Endure, in a feeble body, remorse and persistence, Wearing a smile as a shield, melting the tormenting ice of existence. Cherish the moment that remains in unending instance, With a soul lined in armor's silent resistance. If you can fill the silences in empty spaces, When shattered times speak with yesterday's faces, Replenish them with fresh sparks among the disgraces, Then you will build from seconds, unbroken traces. And the Earth shall through you be magnified, And all that writhes in its infinite tide, And in this great shaken, you'll uncover as scribed, That you're a whole man, not just a soul that's been pried, Not part of the herd whose times have dried, But master of the strength from your own dream derived.