The Mausoleum of Seculars Dreams

Crooked teeth upon rotting smiles.... Bearing their canines for the throne to behold The petrified flesh of these fruits they share Decomposing souls, which might have once been Had they ever learned? Had they ever known? Caught within these crowds of invisible things Chasing leviathans Loch Ness dreams.... While the martyred they cry for the countless ones And the Angels prepare, their chariots but still These ferocious tongues that fill the forest with fires Of wanton visions, within the mausoleums of their own Identities, reflecting from a reflectless mirror, carry on.... But their hourglass of opportunity is soon to run dry The thorns among the flowers of Heavens child While the swords are sheathed, and the horses are bridled Clutching, onto their last bit of dust, and unaware Had they only heard? Had they only understood? These crooked teeth upon their rotting smiles An end, to the victorious vile...."Within" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The mausoleum, of seculars dreams!