Within The Realm

On ruby red sunsets demise Etched on gravestones sorrow Below the beds of cobblestones Less compromised then when alive Lie the fallen upon the morrow From the depths of empty wells Fire dragons rise to turn the tides of time Like dreams that twist and turn to life Caught in a sleep as well they might As Sunrise takes the light to flight On the occasion of winter moon’s escape Eclipsed by blistering cold to roam Horizons line, just out of reach Follows animals to sleep into tomorrow Birds take illusions to their peak As yet unseen, somewhere under the wing Blurred, in V formation, kept as a secret Keeping to their word they never speak Weathered skies turn into rain then down the drain To rust awaiting, gaining traction, feeding on the hollow There, to turn candle lights to flickered smoke In showers followed by the evening mist devoured Cold stones stand void, empty of empathy Over the tons of earth laid low Followed by the scarecrow gaze ahead There a sentry, filled with straw upon a pole Fear of fire is all it knows There within the realm of reason There without a sound, cobblestones retreat Looking for some troubles on the street