Medley

It came from the realm of nowhere in time you wouldn't know if it's forever Walking down the bridge this summertime reaching the sun, I knew is wasn't mine Keeps beaming, farragoes of the sun he took me away for one forlorn run The warmness of his brace remains until the calmness of my heart regains The coldness of the murky night he was alone in a sombre flight my specter befits poignant and my gore flowed stagnant His voice lingered, the sonnet of winter turbulent spirit burning; no one could hinder this dark hour of lustful dance evading will not be a chance I can see his shadows fading paralyzed by the verses of the evening illusions of crimson and delusions of grandeur from the vagueness of his strident eyes...I knew not for sure