To this me he knows of the detriments, of the pain and punishment yet he planted himself still in the pages of snow-white supplicants
For the still nights of prayers coldly departed and it parted with him, this might not be him but none might know of what he treasures still
Such amorphous cold slighted but hopeful a bit, far beyond all hopes yet he'd still take the plunge to where it all be glowing still
Oh hail thee white angels a-faring but for Death he'd be but my Guardian, I never would have guessed in a million lifetimes of what I'm supposed to be in the eyes of Divine
A heraldry of sunshine or maybe a chance for revisions, how I'd give to get back into the light, lest we'd all forget of the source of forgiveness, and perchance feigned reverence
Tintinnabulating in between a glint of small tear-drops, or the wails of lost in-decadence, for why did this such innocent child be a demon menace now?
Another sad voiceless soul trekking in between the rail-roads of forever to get back at where the junction that splits him in half in aeternum
Now no more moans or laments or sighs be of a value still altogether for when he the nothing wend back to the start that could never welcome him again
Or could this be just another wrong turn that he'd gladly feel not to be his one and only bane in the world at large? Good enough for him to turn around again?
Oh how tired it is to see these gleaming neat notions of insipid past it came back to inundate him for this be a warrior much choked around him by the past!
And thus I would come to a conclusion amidst these uncaring silence
That forever I shall pay my dues to the One Above from start till the end
To make me a place to lay my head on for when the dark hits me high again
So as much to withstand the test of time on this moment of the edge of the finite...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2013
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