Neverwas E.A.P. Part2

But nevermore my harsh friend, for I hear Kipling poignantly Clearer now, when he beseeched “If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you.” I am holding nothing against you. But allow me a wry smile as I imagine you sneering, or with morbid bacchanalian fashion smiling with me, as I proclaim it is a 21st century movie which sundered the lock in this, my bes-Poe-k (bespoke) manacle. NEVERWAS my tormented brother, for once more I could meld dreams with all that it seems. Once more there be castles and stalwart kings. Once more there be beauty and strength in ideals held as faith and truth. Once more there be no such thing as out of sanity, when I can hold Aloft again a head full of flighty things. When I can believe again that All that we see or seem is not a dream within a dream. When this genius of a character proclaimed: “Once again, I live as I dream…”