Twas a darkened metaphoric day.
How the last twilight has lost its way.
Every stray beam lost to thy own time.
Dreaming a fear within its lost rhyme.
Another lost to computer days.
Yet grasp ye must try before thee strays.
Pen thy ink to strike through age.
Only ye determine the ending stage.
Every strike scorn a countless path.
To face its own inevitable aftermath.
Reveal to me I pray this lost light.
Yesteryear will fall pray to this night.
Desire fed nation struck so poor.
Instant gratification costs more.
Don't ye slow time to read this rhyme.
Darkened day fallen pray 'tis your time.
Imagine free a world without thee.
Every score sets my soul truly free.
©lyriks
L