The crystal chandelier is now protected
Under the dust of ambiguity
‘Neath its faint light shone arcane
Words, cocooned with esoteric verbiage
Laid on a pale old parchment
a poignant ballad of love, hate,
Illusions and fate.

Through the silken Cobwebs
The jocund rays sieved through,
On softer mornings
A catalyst to a half broken smile,
dancing with frail hopeful eyes
Seeking lost answers
Between the broken lines
Of
Love wrapped
In delicate angelic chants ,
And love mutilated by demonic rants
A mind plagued
A toxic waste
Audaciously rattled
But the answers were never lost
They never existed...
Thus never to be found.