A frozen avalanche set my night aglitter, A festive shroud descends upon the theater. Crimson sirens cleave apart the verdant veil, Into the darkness we stride without fail.
Beyond the jubilation lies the next chapter, With adamant fortitude we give thee cheer. To each their own joys; for none with least, Lest we drown in today, few dice are cast.
Behold my picture, let the verdict be: asleepy. I jest, I grin, yet within: smooth boreal sea. Tis simpler to repulse that which is coveted, A gaze that levels souls; I've gladly forfeited.
Why? I cannot answer what I do not know, Yet reason continues to war with my soul. Let the rain cleanse my self-aimed ire, From whence come this burning desire?
By dulcet caitiff, I set my conundrum aside, The crux of life remain, my Draconian hide. Plebeian ennui paralyzes my gifted facilities, Enough sophistry, let I bid thee turgidities.
Let mine eyes be painted blind. How else to behold beauty so fine? Why, my sober vision... Scream in revulsion! :DD
A splatter of ink.. stray thoughts after ecstatic ceremonies and a sylvan dialogue.