Some would say, hope can shield against rayless eclipse of all meaning.
Yet I know, hope is frail and defenseless, she is but a child.
And her guidance is fabric of dreams, so naïve, so unreal,
You can only pretend to believe them to keep her sleep sound.

Some would say, touch of hope can bestow ****** wings on the fallen,
Can revive in the hearts burnt to ashes a lifetime afar.
Yet I know, haunting visions of truth can so deeply appall her,
You will happen to walk through the flames holding her in your arms.

Some would say, hope won’t leave till those moments within soar unburdened.
Yet I know, to survive her last breath – is what looms over some.
To face oceans of void crashing waves past the end of all stories,
To descend into black nonetheless ever-darkening chasm.

Be thus strong to protect sacred friend from the nightmares and evils,
Lest you look down the eyes of those days that will nowise forgive you.

Does beauty breathe inside a deer whose grandeur follows
Each incidental awkward step, each joyful stride,
Or does it shine through canvas, rich in vibrant colors,
That praises creature’s forceful stance, exquisite pride?

Does beauty speak in tongue of natural emotion,
In simple words of soul unclouded and sincere,
Or does it dwell within a verse, precise and cautious,
Its voice revised to flatter every pair of ears?

Can someone reach indeed the heights of pristine perfect
Adopting vanity, despisal for the flaw,
Or would he rive his roots, deliberately orphaned,
Rejecting beauty that was always his to own?

Not sounding dulcet lie a song sparks flame of sences,
But its allegiance to the truth of life pretenseless.

You aren’t angel, your feet touch the ground
With each feathery step. I don’t ask
For the lamp of your judgment to guide me,
For your truth to hymn answer and path.

You aren’t demon that laughs in amusement
Watching temples and sanctuaries fall.
I don’t have any right to accuse you –
It was me who misvisioned this world.

Each your move is yet deeper in reason,
Every word veils a thousand beneath.
Loving you, all I plead for is wisdom
To embrace you, and never dismiss.

Escape your nest tonight, quest shelter in the sight of

Coruscant furtherance unfurling evermore.
The stories petrified cast off, at length reborn.

Disarm your mind, let every instance feel invited.

Allow nocturnal air to slake coeval thirst,
And hear me out, before my fading voice is lost.


For I saw verity that peals the knell of slumber.

I saw you gazing down the verge of last beyond.
The labyrinthine vasts I fleetingly discerned,

Where paths are crossed, yet crossway splits no path asunder,

Where past dictates the fate to come in grand and least,
Where no beginnings, ends, nor even nows exist.


I watched you all gain the conclusion of your journey.

I watched you kneel before the main of sovereign naught,
As for another chance you earnestly besought

To nurture child within, to stay yourself. Tomorrow,

When dawn ignites, and you awake as young as ere –
Remember mercy in the eyes of dark out there.


Escape your nest tonight, quest shelter in the sight of

Coruscant furtherance unfurling evermore.
The stories petrified cast off, at length reborn.

Disarm your mind, let every instance feel invited.

Allow nocturnal air to slake coeval thirst,
And hear me out, before my fading voice is lost.