And on may I go,
smirching the name of my foes
and on may i see me fly,
and watch my foes cry beneath the sky;
vile beings cackled of their deeds at me
pain embraced the future I saw in me
and it was anguish over intents
that drive me into this forlorn tent.
And on may I soar the night
the dark mantle that veiled my sight
dark eyes drew my soul to the dark
and the gloom in my eyes were stark
they made my odyssey stagger the gloomy land
and feigned to lead me by the hand
they bawled for my soul in the stygian air
and told me in the light to dispel my fear
But on may I come to you
the sheeny scenes I shall live anew
in bliss and weal with wealth extreme
in love and peace over high esteem
unborn in the world of dream
but granted in the celestial gleam
extinct in the world of brooding
but extant in the owner's doings.
©thegladden
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