The Dove Won'T Rest Until Peace Comes Home

The wings beat against the cage in an urgent frenzy tormented never defeated within this half twilight zone of slow crawling time held victim The allure of consequences nevertheless feeding the flames where conscious thought and lucid emotions die slowly singed away remains at the bottom rung The wisest transaction is the covenant never made and openly denied decadence should never be answered once a pulls so strong becomes injured with pride in alacrity's foretaste for knowledge Where even the wind no longer breathes urgent madness with passions trait as the grand tempest storms steamily blows a cloud of smoke A haunting being hunts darkness pushing boundaries towards cold unadorned blue abandoned holding the oceans spheres in restless silence Restrained darkness meets light but never crosses over the divide scratching at a spirit so forlorn restraint comes naturally to the craggy and torn Under the echoes of a lion's roar A thousand tears can never mourn the destruction and sad beauty that you have borne Inside this isolation un-embellished Under an austere atmosphere holds the wings of time imprisoned factors Destinies commander oh so damaged in this stunted wasteland of emotion's conception becoming the unconsecrated norm in an un-heeding barrier where realisations stammer unknowingly into the humiliating wit of despair Which darkens the very soul blindfolded The overture of the dove dances on as vigilant oracle of peace the internal struggles of temperament challenges Memorable moments within the spirit quest fear and love wrapped up in a sorrowful wanting yearning which hurts without choice The pinnacles of reconciliation and the fragile stirring of wings wanting to fly is the verdict yet to come a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid