Don't go losing your head
When soul bandits lash out
Splendor lightens your gait
Once brutes cower dispelled
Traps mock you most annoyed
Sequestered from pure joy
By that sneering machine
Corrupt arms juggle you
With jealous derision
Claw with virtuous hands
Rebuild your bridge back home
Win righteous reception
Blaze those skies in glory
Cursed beginnings must end
Vigilance shall defend
Angels heed your story
Scoundrels taint conception
Fraudulent holy tome
Lurking faith bilks demands
Truth lies behind vision
Husks lumber to eschew
Green veils your mystic gene
Folding real in decoy
Within this frenzied void
Your glow cannot be quelled
Distant loved ones still wait
Seclusion spawns your sprout
Taunted by mirage dread
Categories:
bilks, faith, hope, loss
Form: Verse