Summoned are we all, to this realm of dreams
Where twilight's gauze hints of mists and myth
Of equal consequence here, the weak, those of night
All lines curves, all colors shades of gray
Alone, each of us, with our history and thoughts
Reason and insanity, a to z, z to a, all points in between
Perhaps here I'll find my truest self
Slaying dragons and freeing angels, silencing howling voices
And bring him back, that he might live, may thrive
And this shadow, I, the forever me thus far, may die
Thursday, February 1, 2007
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