Giving way from branches on high
Ripened and sweet, a dream is then caught
Nectar from light, new hope arises
From those who have been abandoned
And tossed aside, trampled
Sanctuary, sanctified, life everlasting
True purpose is found, where others fail to care
What awaits the dreamer, in said corridors?
Much to be sought after, protected and loved
-Alex Reed
A battlefield of wishes, scattered and dead,
Comes the witness, unknowing what for they bled.
The crows pour in, a dreaded feast to behold,
Two heroic armies lost, once proudly bold.
The clouds then break, revealing truth clear as day,
Of lords too prideful to keep weakness at bay.
He leaves all the wiser to what has been wrought,
“Decisions do last, though emotions do not.”
– Alex Reed
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