Perpetra

Obscure place, under the lamp of none but He. Of the first snows. The thirst of the arterial, ephemeral flow. Where echoes converge and become ghost, at it's Canyons. O Knight of Strongholds, where memories melt and disappear, showing of me again bare, of bones, of One. Be but the realm of the transform a symphony of ethereal whispers, awakening dormant dreams of the alone. In each delicate flake, a tale unfolds, a moment frozen romance in time's embrace, a reminder of the transient nature, of seasons changing, of love evolving. As winter's icy kiss adorns the land, knows my dream and Fairy sits on the knuckle at my back of hand. I am reminded of fragile beauty, of the miracles found buckled in surrender, in the rendering to the Destiny-Unknown, pullAge of lever of planned-perpetuity of Clan. Moreover, be yet a childing sprite a flitting kiss on blank slated cheek of Eternity, to surrender at His feet, at His Throne.