daemoonion act II

dead spaces
 ruins of morality
 old scars
 smouldering remains of energy
 and a crystal like a flame frozen
 my consciousness
 the army - they are a few
 because those who have the fight within
 and faces pale white
 pass away too often
 the enemy seems to be powerfull
 and it is easier not to provoke him
 cowards!
 the might you know not!
 the path of enlightment marked with tears
 will not go back anymore
 the art
 is not to get lost in a vicious dance
 in a maze of turnings
 mirages unreliability
 once
 there was something
 taken away from me
 i fought
 once iwon
 the victory redeemed with blood
 many had to die
 i am ashamed of a shadow of doubt
 i have been not esteemating
 the might!
 once i was given something
 in the black of the night
 i was dazzled by the gleam of its blackness
 and the trees were bowing down before it
 now when they are asleep
 dream takes their senses away
 and plays with their thoughts
 in the kingdom of dream
 there is no place for them
 how much time will flow
 before i finish the dukedom
 I am not able to know
 this i know
 it will be ye entrancemperium...
 *By Carol Wroblewski