....The Scroll....

Turning the parchments pages Of this tearstained scroll Bombast tales, never, have I ever spoke The writings of palladians life, unfolds Beyond the reasons and beyond the rhymes And beyond this once somnolent night In front of the crowds, I have stood Bowing toward these everbearing eversions These sombered encores, for the disemboweled Deafened ears and emptied eyes The hues, of crimsons splashings Gasping for breath, these souls of the plight Blinding foreclosures, of what might have been Sprinkled and shattered, shards of images Dreams, that once were, now, splattered in red Palladians parchment, of a ghost with no home "Forever lost"....this light, this plight, this night The night, of the living dead! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ......The Scroll.......