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 aeolean 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 !