I saw a dim light
there was an artifact in my gaze
      ,however,
and I found that I had to look past a blade to see the light.


just to see the light.


An ancient blade of
A timeless razor with a word written
      ,freedom,
Or so it illuded in the darkness where I stood

I could hear the sirens
My life says they would sound beautiful
      ,however,
I have a heart of intent and a hand of doubt


I am in doubt
And hope is to blame
Hope is the name
Of my flickering fame