Twisting turning
Thine quill burning
Slowly churning
'tis the brink
To purge ink
A nostalgic link
Upon broken page
Brabble forth anew age
Whence thine soul set stage
Just as I open my eyes
Alluring tempted lies
Streams of ink upon track
Outlines woven in the black
Ne'er a barrier translucent dreams
Tither forth in flowing poetic streams
Another lost world I have sought
Yerning voices deign ink to spot
Leaving footsteps at each thought
Ordain thine quill sard lord of realm
Reality shifted thy quill to crown helm
Endless world's left in my wake
What is real when one does break
Lost in this endless rhyme
Lost in this endless time
©lyriks
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