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A sea breeze softly
it's song echoes your mind,
leaves you of tomorrow
and the life you behind.
turn your head to face the
wind that enchanted sails,
and drives you to your
as silent wail.
A sad lament for
held in the of fate,
your future stands the prow
your drowns in the wake.
What chance is for sanity
when takes the helm,
and steers you on a
spiral to his lonely
Watch the seagulls fly
and in the play,
Yet even angels stoop and
pick up they say.
are things far more sinister
that the midnight air,
the sirens serenade a
telling
"Beware- the waves the water
are like ripples in mind,
and the shadows cast by
show the you may find.
As rivers because they know
they must join the sea-
thus you will be on to
meet destiny."
Do Dark Horses Dream Of
on a strange shore-
this coastline,
it cold comfort.
Very little than the sky
for a
the for my bed.
THE OF WYRD:
"Thethreads upon the loom of
have foreordained coming here,
so not mannikin of mankind
dry your puppet-tears."
questions-
how they on my mind,
now darkness is falling and
still there's no of my guide.
Either I have been
they have me to die,
or worse at this moment he lies-
an unwitting by brigands attacked,
left naked and with a knife
in his back.
Childhood terrors to me now,
from the rand stench of in
the on my brow.
Deciet and are to me
and kin,
seduced into
my begins.

"Welcome - to my domain,
I have been my time.
Watching and -
but now you are mine.
the web that entwines you,
like a puppet you on the end
of your 'till the end of
days."
Daylight flees as night chase
I'm held in panics embrace,
I smother in his caress -
the sum of all my worthlessness.
I have told to thank the Lord
for all He will send,
but if should come to meet me -
I greet him as a friend?
Now I see that this is
a of my fidelity -
has God me?
maddness sings his lullaby a
nightmare filled with things -
to aspersion on my sanity.
starts to flounder in
a torn apart,
my move in time with
the beat of my
A creature of
I easy prey,
cross and fire cannot
hold at bay the that
me -
the end near.
My soul no secrets -
he knows I fear.
so high on the wings
of a dream,
over mountain and -
river and stream.
While the that feed
off the doubts I
await my arrival with intent.

"Welcome - to my domain,
I have been my time.
and waiting -
but now you are mine.
Weaving the web that you,
a puppet you play on the end
of strings 'till the end of
days."
So in that twilight that
amidst life and death I dream,
and writhe in fitful slumber
mjy silent screams.
Except the horses that stares
with and lifeless eyes,
atop its totem glaring as it
my cries.
Now I see that quest is
a test of my -
has God me?
When maddness his lullaby a
nightmare with unknown things -
to cast on my sanity.

form surround me
casting in the night,
I their breath upon me-
their faces in the light.
Somnambulistic hunters
to upon my fears -
as peals of psycopathic
in my ears.
Startled I from my
sleep,
though and shaken
I to my feet.
Still my memories me -
ghosts they appear,
forever to haunt me
draws near.

"Welcome - to my domain,
I have been my time.
Watching and -
but now you are mine.
Weaving the web that you,
a puppet you play on the end
of your strings the end of
days."
Then from the terrors
at the before I leave,
the remenants of behind
me the trees.
Waking in the light of I
pray that God send -
his now to guide me
through this without end.
Now I see that quest is
a of my fidelity-
Has God me?
When sings his lullaby a
nightmare filled with unknown -
to cast on my sanity.