Finding Feedom PART 1

A blissful sting steals away into the infinite Watching enchanted yesterday’s weeping, wanting Not to be forgotten. An ancient history Feigned with a momentary gaze, a paradise forgotten And all that was, now crumbles in that instant That takes all and offers only his final breath To the dying. In the grandeur of time The conquest begins. Delights in that flash of ecstasy When time stills itself, even if only to hear the storm Engulf its prey. When darkness sets sail, its carriage Honors the blind that see no more than he who believes. The grace of a decade descends on them who cannot Discriminate between all that holds true And all that can survive. Quicksand slowly welcomes its wounded guest Ever grateful for its newfound companion where victim And victor unite.