Word Shared

word shared When the lust of day, avoids my way, the start grim and dark. I seek the words of old, Poem bold. Not the tart call of heroism, nor the fashion of love, Only those who form fantasy, the dreaming of living lust.. Complete the chase of delight, delusion of want, this is better, then the cry, of fraught. Come and join the wizard given. Explore the wise, word shared, that has arisen, always there. Heartwarming maker, long living, seeming old, Calling our attention, soul never sold. Phrase for the abundance, Needing to be read. Description never limited, ideals renewing, Not those of horrors dead.