Ramblings of a Madman

alas, my prayers have fallen on deafened ears. I know you not to be stranger but sometimes, loneliness has a price too hard to bear. do you still remember, eons ago when Gaia left a note scribbled upon your brow. when the ill winds spoke of treason and dying embers with no remorse to the souls of sycamore trees, violated. today I stand defeated, discarded like the tattered robes the moon held dearly once lost, forgotten to those who still seek hope upon the horizon. if only, promises of picket fences were kept I would fear love not death in the eyes of dusk but heroes seldom live long enough to enjoy the bitter sweet fruits of their conquests