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The Darkest Of Dream

There was a soft whisper at first
Alike most other nights when I awaited sleep
Trancly lengthen a much enticing verse
Receiving silence regardless of my will to seek

Like ocean waters washing ashore
Like a darken enigma of dreams
A denied existence beyond of yore
A picturia of what it may seem

Am still very much alone
And never easier was this path to walk
Both worlds as true yet untrue to call my home
Where wordings were never a language to talk

It was a long while since?
And my presence beyond the ancient world wasn’t called for
Night after night of silent dreams
Perhaps my existence is never to belong afterall!

An empty silence fills the ambient
The dark had grew ever darker within
Though unborn, felt was spirituality across distance
And I knew, it was no more to be an ordinary dream

There was a shift in temperature
I can feel the indifference within my room
The air has warmed the chilly atmosphere
And I remember not, the sighting of a moon

From whence I slept in reality
I awoke to ancient fantasy
As insecure with limitless uncertainties
I see my broken dream with forgotten tranquility

{I am to see what I cannot
I can feel yet only with thought
There was darkness and there was light
There were the twin moons amidst this single night
The dispersion of conflict thunders upon the earth
Beyond this world of hate, will there ever be love?
Perhaps evil has finally found a dawning place
Or be it the eruptive temper of Alkzadrius had ablaze
And blood replaces the water we consume
To comprehend, to accept is never too soon
An age without seeing, to be blinded by time
Hidden atween meanings, left to search for behind
To despair is only ever to feel
To grief yet never learning to heal
And shattered into a thousand pieces graves my soul
Comfort I yearn, belongs an eternity to only enfold
This night, this dream, I was sitting, I was waiting
Have I not learn once to believe only everything
With my sword enrooted alongside
It shares with me, the aftermath of a world long died
Yet the aura within me stays ever so vibrant and rich
Though an alter ego remains discontentedly in discreet
I’m neither to wonder nor question if my time shall end
Only to move upon routes bearing no when
With sunken eyes reflecting evidence of endless solitary
Alkaiya the Mistress of The Word was then walking towards me
Yet… I wanted very much to be left alone
Seeking contemplation from a place where once was my home
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