Heroes Forged From Nothing

This hymn so mighty dark I've said so many yet none did see where it all went at

Alighted and much strayed I scoured the land for markings of pleasure singed with pride

Yet neither do I nor those above would know or care whereas the bottom feeder sighs

And this be me the silenced yet mobile he prowled the streets of quintessential boon!

To this dank evening I sat on my seat before a white tube to see if I can still make any sense of it all

Afraid far out of nothing I'm writing still my pondering and laments rolled into one, this faithful bored weblog

As if another chimeric angel he'd swoop down from the above carrying news of gold and good tidings

But alas nothing but spirits and elementals they did wave at me from the background as if a mischief intending!

And now this September is well on its way to the coldest time of the year

Yet warm and cynical I'd feel in jest, pouring as I said to myself, "To hell with everything!"

And this wealthy kind kindred stirring he'd douse everything up in colliding accolades

Of heroes forged from nothing from this conquest of empty, green laurels of derision!

Ah so fine did I feel my ridicule of favours from people far out-of-place beyond reality

But never for too long did I intend to punish myself indefinitely prithee! For the love of me!

For an empath am I much spoken this me he feels indeed like a filter of humanity thrice damned

For humanity is anagram for refuse and much faeces, and be damned this me if he feeds again!

THE SIGN OF SHAIRO

KL

2013