The Mirror's Tear Part 3

Virtues are more than they appear to be. Ripples of connectivity. Something switched on with the light? A companion, manual, override. Especially when storm clouds rear- appear to ruin the blue skies'- But not like a knife, that cuts the whole in holes, of possibility. Like procedural shears. Is it Godless or Goddess ambrosia? A poultice tea for the sick? A placebo innoculation against lack of faith? Selfishness in self paranoia, Just for your sake. A dark principality and clever mind- Vampirism-Medicating prophylactively against the stake, like an aneurism. Those pesky ghosts of darkness. In the blood. Possess your sconces, flame, dead. After it burns your wick at both ends. Seek to destroy, the lightbringing. Your senses dampened, fuse blown guard down. Darkness. On the Rampage. Rampant. Their Entrance. Gained instead. your abode, not yet accepting the gift of Life ? lone you abide, Crashing the rifts, Is this right? Do YOU still not believe? YOU are a (A still born-unborn,) that be's - the one that grieves? A loss. Of integrity? Keeps an eye on the prize. Under the storm of seize. The Gate Keeper with beauty under wing. Keep an eye for. The Ace up the sleeve. -------- No strings attached, divorce yourself from responsibility, integrity. Lies. Faithful predictability? No connectivity. No breath or girth No cosmic sister. No brother. Accident of birth, No love or family or anything home team. Insignificant things or other? Life, just random, little, quirks? The illusion filament. An antibody to judgment, Ultimately, to be or not to be sedated by needs? Deflated by deeds Unplanted seed. A Dawn to share. Unborn fruit to bare. No fear. He IS near. Integrity is there, a silver lining that adds true colors hue against the black and white. The false and the true. Out of the blue. Something that makes Avalon appear in the misty near. Clearly. A magic against the shade of Night. A cloak and warmth to pull tight. Peace of mind. I say piece of soul. That is never changing. Someone to be connected to is happiness, an insurance policy against a reason to be.