• alisdaire_ocaoimph 61w


    I was born where
    In the shade of time
    Life bereft and left
    The final song
    That once in
    A maiden thought
    I glimmered long
    The jewel
    That treasured want
    That golden chalice
    Which offered
    The truth of life
    Twined to egos plot
    So got
    That unawares of
    My own demise
    It flies
    Where the mind failed
    In its grasp to take hold
    Sold myself. Convictions
    For half the sack i thought.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph