In Seasons So Demised

Go shield on the gilded path, dear troubled soul, and may you make it good the time of your life

An island so tainted in there the troubles did so not dwell on the minds of the elite, or else foregone

And here be nowhere and here be dragons, for within this me a dark and dreary tunnel lit with hope

And within you a smart mild mannered man with tears of scarlet be wary of fear for the stormy sunrise

Forgive me my beloved, for my love is misconstrued

Torn from the loved and the thrice much corroded

But I promise you that my damned soul be be availed by the winged whites

And I shall hold you in my arms once more, as we fall again, decidedly...

Go, make haste this beauty, for this the chance for Divinity too much sore

Raid, make waste thy piety, for this the damned demands a sacred lore

Wail, be free all black chains, arise and claim your place in perusals betwixt

Rain, for much left unsaid, be soon or vacate my savage halls, to no ends anon

Be still my undying heart, to this the twinkling lights of melody shall shine pianoforte

Or reach out for the wreaths where last I saw prayers, came buried in the seas for fiestas inverted

And there my Queen, now dance and be lighted like a sage on fire or raged pontificate, where the wild roses wilted

For there is no time or space or gods or demons can save us now from our vanquished reason, to celebrate grim loving in seasons so demised...

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO

KL

2013