Panting Frowns of Young Hallow

Young hallow, how long will you let this one? The brewing of Dizzying Falls, The perching of your quiet screams. The Aching, Panting Frowns that steams stiffness from your heart. The Patching pains doesn’t seem gone. The echoes from the faint orange laments are turning brown. The heat from the gaze was good Until it burnt you. You said you needed to tame it, You said you were sure of repairing the rusted garage, Filled with gates of unending shredding sun rays. Does the gain come with the loss of your being? Does it trade your glorious Rare beauty and Living? How much more? How far more? Is it worth the try? Is it worth the continuous Farming that screws your Plants? Or have you no shame that your land will be set ablaze. By something worse than Lightning. Oh! Zander!! Words are pure until you let them loose. Courage is thin enough to drive them mad. Fear is risen, until you have nothing else to forfeit. Forgiveness is Freedom But the Scars are Cages The lies are arrows that stings On your pride, your drive. You shiver because your heart beats even more than your head can count. You have set your peace to be alert. It doesn’t make them green. It invades their roots and tarnished their seeds. And now you beg for Dreams. You plead for the turns to stay still You carry your sleep in your sleeves Like you were part of the misery. How much will you pay to Forget? How deep will you forge to Live? How delightful will you wish you had no memories. Oh! Zandel! The flower that has no scent.