So much hope held hostage by halidom forces chills the blood That pulsates and courses Through the currents of life as we subject ourselves to astralis forces To create excuses or hope In lives so fleeting Among those nocturnal dreams That always seems to conjure selcouth reasons Mysteries we fear Like gargoyles about to pounce Any time you are near And yet you know they are static fixtures of their domicile Not some archangel in their power for they like all Earthly things Are subjected to an aeoleanΒ fate that eventually will subdue While far down below we seek to serry ourselves Against the fears inside by non-symmetrical alliances non - starters for so many "enlightening" humans I think not For those fears that we trust are often all that we remember Not all that we forgot no power assumes To consume... except the ones we've misjudged Always trust oneself !