rhyme and reasonbackdoors to mysteries unknown
barren and shallow time pieces...
ticking onward as they go
lost without shield nor weapon
bent towards wind and grief
rivers of doubt flow vividly
into the darkness that they seek...
lit by the stars in their glory...
shadowed by disbelief
insecurities lie in the still
whispering through the weeds...
telling tall stories of lore...
to those that presume and beseech
lonliness for seconds untold....
turn into hours of unmended deeds...
and the darkness closes in on the soul
breath becomes weak....
~MoonRaven 2001~