All Is True

Once more I feel the urge to write descend on me at dead of night, enveloped in it's mystic power its presence deepened by the hour. Like demons tearing at dark's veil a rift appearing to prevail for thoughts to transcend from their source to find a way take their course. I am but medium to unfold the wonders that through me are told as once again I'm drawn to task to place in ink all that they ask. When you perceive the written word that only through this flaw occurred look deep for meanings so profound that just in words they are not found. There is no death, no heaven, no hell, there is no light or night's dark spell, there's only just a fleeting time where all is true…. and truth is mine. Ivor G Davies