what was

Written by: Joel Hunt

was not
fading into past, dreams
dreams spent

mist hovers o'r a 
lake, haze of light
crystal ice, natures true grip

fear  may delight
blight ensues; dreams chased
doves coo, peace hues

in the lie is the wake
take up, sip from a cup
wry is the path

wyvern came with barbed tail
a tale that quaked.

shake loose and emerge from the lake
of dreams or so it seems.