Sideways I find myself, relinquished of that duty only,
the paramount injustice, taken in time’s immortality.
I have no being, or has been. A frothy mark to bear that is,
to share a moment’s sun glow on the tempest. Now I recall the earnest of my mistake.
The road that twines in heaven’s shadow unfolds to requiem and slanderous dishevel.
Yes, I do believe in the audacious humor set about for my service in the forest’s idle wild border.
Ask a shepherd’s flock to spare the divide, and reel in the twinkle eyed stare. I do have just reason.
I will use it. Antagonists of monsoon halls of search lights stumbled and yet there was a floor
on the vast anvil’s aperture. Hind sight is small fruit. A touch is but a hazelnut.
But a report that signals “go my friend, and give up your rifle, your sword,
and valor, to the only child”, is the wine, the blood of reason. – Sinz