The Realm of the Desert Wood
Here I sit, in the realm of the desert wood
Hidden from all that seek my existence
None shall know my wisdom
Unfortunate emotions lie wait for those who know my truths.
Within this everlasting spiraling circle
Life transcends to the plains of nevermore
To exist in it’s non existent state of being
In reflection of time.
The souls of everything encompass my thoughts
Shadows dust the will’s power of control
Molded images in abstract form
In this place where space and time are consumed.
Bound by chains of hate, I sit here
Surrounded by the desert wood
For miles my flesh is stretched, hooked by these chains
Eternal slavery, mutilated desires.
As souls traverse this span in willingness to become
More are thrown into my abyss of nothingness
Freedom of existence their gift
Forevermore to live, no more.
How will they ever know their meaning
The truth lies in me and I am bound to the nevermore
Punished by the hate for sharing in thoughts of love
Hidden from the eyes of the living.
And here I will remain
In the realm of the desert wood, bound by hate
Souls will encircle me forevermore
As I wait for my escape from this eternal slavery
To save those with a will to live.
Those who would fight against the truth of death
This will be the quest of everlasting
To give back to life, existence.
Copyright © Darren J Mcmurray | Year Posted 2008
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