Desolated Child
The love was desuetuded,
despair and anguish flurished,
so abandoned in a harsh world.
Shadows fallen, turbid nightmares,
slowly sinking into their reality,
no tender emotions given,
no sentimental song sung,
they never heard the soft medoly of love.
Life was a rueful plight.
No partaking in the sweet memories,
only the sour pains groping at the mind.
Nirvana a myth, hope a dream,
death is mandatory and welcomed
by the desolated child.
Restrained from any pleasure,
forbidden of all feelings or opinions,
their words ignored of all messges.
The evil is lopsided, overtaking the pure,
the suffering, no longer able to be endured,
equality is not cheap,
recognition costs even more,
money is the only exception these days.
Ferocity is shown in such innocent eyes,
hysteria ripping apart the remaining sanity.
You divulged to me the tragedy,
the hindrance of a already vanquished love
for a desolated child.
Umbrea
Promise
P - Is for the practicalities that people forget to include in daily life.
R - Is for righteousness that hangs over our heads.
O - Is for the opposition in life which role is filled by time.
M - Is for our makers, unknown to us alone.
I - Is for our ice cold hearts, frezzing others hopes and dreams.
S - Is for simplicity and all its values that keep us sane.
And
E - Is for evolution, of mind, body, and spirit.
We as humans disobey our own being.
And it is enevitable that we alone shall bring end to it.
That is our Promise.
By Light of Peril
