Depths so Free.

While I am beyond passion endured my Faithful the salve becomes. I over-burning behold my Patient adorn me daily relief. Mine a hope never lost, I dwell pure free for my Destiny’s consolation.

Invocation Devotion.

Let spill all the flow of my nurturing identity. Vagueness be foreign to my shape and also definition become my herald. Layers all so preceding the core of my heritage be uncovered, and sentinels long held by solemnity my riddles’ security be relieved.

Sphere/Paradigm.

Where I am wise I fall, and in strength I am not so.

I am unmade again for the sake of many choices. An earth I behold, and on this world there are many nations. Waters rise and so my observation takes earnest attention, for the hour of change has arrived.

Altru Secondary.

Come my secret ally, and we will into the brush of riddles steal. We the young stride to cause and fortune, and so test the ranks of rule and authority. A pact of the unnamed lies in caverns deep much beyond our periphery. We will at last take back the smile to our heritage prove.

The Princess.

Give me fiction. I do not want for disillusionment. There was an age whence I so moved in the darkness while my sole respite fantastic. Am I discovered to the brightness of the sun? Has my mind in secret uncloaked the beams of heaven too enraptured to report? Thus I must be blind.

Rebellion Altru.

Before me two paths lie. This is not my original encounter of this place. Above me specters who wear the skin of crows live only to remind me that they have not grown weary in the great and perverted smile. Brush over covers the way and I am left to the guidance of experience.

He has returned wearing an ancient cloak which is in truth the material blackness. I have long known this creature. To me he dictates his signature call, and without remorse leaves me the impossible choice. I am within this unholy thrall until I choose which path to take.

Untruth Untrench.

I will in my truest way attest the merits of a civil progression. While I will for my defining creed declare the forever importance of dreams, it is perhaps better that one should live in a state to move alongside the unfair and ungentleness of the world; in one’s every move subscribing to transcending it through humility rather than abjuring it in rebellion.

Retreat Embellished.

I love the game, you know. That is why I cannot help but bring myself to lose, that I might play again.

The Dream of Lesser

I in haste

Remember

In past the wanting charm

Of wings so great in spirit

To misuse the chance of flying.

Intake Nostalle.

I must in confession tell that I cannot remember your rite. There have been so great a portion of mortal facet that I am overfull by their capacity. There are I suppose too many sides to wherein theory should have dictated the way of a flipping coin. This fog I wish in my deepest ambitions to pierce and be that one and remembered form.

The Great and Ink Regret.

Where is the advantage to live in a state neither cold nor hot? It is the most contemptible fate of my perception, that you would in the night arrive to my bed and pluck the fire from my estranged heart. You thought perhaps that the fog of a long dark had hidden you to my eyes, though you could not know that I see much where there is little to be seen. Is it a contest then? Surely a battle would be at least more romantic a fate than this arduous game of pickpockets.