A simple verse is all i need
to bring it back, and
who are you cruel fate, wanton concede
it's a chilling world created,
that has a hold so strong
to taunt with veiled dreams
whose glow still holds my aim
however long forgotten
I see it in the city;
cover'd the filth, cover'd the sin
on which it grew
was the belief in the joy
of worlds unknown
There was a vision
stolen, and
who am I to accuse?
