The Fantasy

Wild and free and beautiful.
Insanely bright, but tainted,
all the same. Dark, the stains
that fueled so much light.

The fantasy began to live again.
Twisted, though, by means of those
who dared imagine more. Cravings
deep and darkly sweet, arose in minds
whose wills declined to move along at all.

Distance drawn too close for an appeal.
Insanity composed of all the zeal that they'd
never dared to live. Lovers once - but now
a great disdain was clinging to them.
Rising from the fall, their sight was blurred.

Bruised inside, those age-old battle cries
were all they sounded now. As war became
an imminence again. Cast it out
and make it bleed, to feed the dark side
of their only god. Blind beliefs that crept
through shadow lands.

Wild and free and beautiful.
Insanely bright, but tainted,
all the same. Dark, the stains
that fueled so much light.
The fantasy began to live again.

The tale is told by those grown old.
Inreasingly, the cold embittered them.
Cruel streak of lightning's peak,
the end was ever drawing near.
Closer now, the fantasy is here...

? Michaelette ?

10/19/2002
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