Phantasmal lights
A sorely need sight
Filling the soul with delight
On this bracket of nights.
The shadows, they grow
What truths shall they show?
Does one dare to know
Or is it even their goal?
Phantasmal lights
A sorely need sight
Filling the soul with delight
On this bracket of nights.
The shadows, they grow
What truths shall they show?
Does one dare to know
Or is it even their goal?
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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