The Miror

Errant knight vacillates at dawn following the figure of the swan. Elect the bright heroic craze that leads you down an endless maze. Winter sings its song into the virgin landscapes brightest hue. I want for you to join me now and tell me where the source runs out. The Mystic delivers a sullen grain that has forsaken all the pain of nights we live in azure skies praying that we never die. I was once a lot like you always knowing what to do but the rhymes have a cost and one’s soul cannot be bought. The dew it colors all the minds with the sound of sunken signs, In the mirror, we two meet and dream of an endless sleep.