A Moment Of Splendour

So may it be this comfort gleam I rest on laurels of dead, dead lives
And for all the glaze of searing cravings no roads unswept for when I ride forth
To see this sing of the winter's gaze no stranger are we all to nice untold truths
And to sing that much truth so uncouth I'm this me so well on a path of nothingness still

But could this be grey the entrance of realms so unholy they break but all hearts in the wake of the dead?
Of sad red eyes that did glance the morning may also be a-present in times of long twilight, unseemly in jest?
For a heart that falls on tepid black cataracts oh shower me bliss these peaceful of times, now don't you agree with me?
Of the one that speaks with so much of stones in so many of hearts but why must I be the one to undo them again?

So 'tis maybe for once that I felt such sweetly a scent of a hope she beckons me free to embrace more fine madness!
Or maybe 'tis me who is mad deep inside to never let go, for whenever the fires they died out in black then it will always be me who prays for red embers!
And for this one great punishment I've received but as if I was wronged by the One on the Throne but in truth no one did me this badly but me!
So to whole of the wrongness for this I did carve to me a statue malcontent, but for what are these wings to adore that dim face of a fanged dead surly to abide by this me?

Alas this great May now she rolls out of sight in slightly weak whimper, to send me much tauntings for failures I beget
For many a big time did I break my heart down my face still much losing but whither this be the end then there's so much more that I would still give
For another green dainty for a chance to be pretty in faces so unhallowed, or maybe this dream is still in dreams for me in much earnest?
Then maybe now can I spread my wings and fly off into the sunrise for a moment of splendour, to erase but my past to prepare for my future...

SAIF NIZMA
KL
2012