Dylan MacMaster
Some obstacles are not so easy to avoid....
One road I follow nightly.
blind eyes....treading lightly.
Trees like walls, forbidding me astray.
Onward I plod, forsaking the day.
The stars above like raindrops of light.
My sole guide on this endless blight.
A fiendish orb appears before me,
imprisoned in darkness.....nowhere to flee.
Like a moth to the flame, so am I drawn.
A warm remembrance of that which is gone.
Scrying it's depths, I seek the truth......
Some obstacles are not so easy to avoid....
One road I follow nightly.
blind eyes....treading lightly.
Trees like walls, forbidding me astray.
Onward I plod, forsaking the day.
The stars above like raindrops of light.
My sole guide on this endless blight.
A fiendish orb appears before me,
imprisoned in darkness.....nowhere to flee.
Like a moth to the flame, so am I drawn.
A warm remembrance of that which is gone.
Scrying it's depths, I seek the truth......