Souls Of The Arcane
By sidewinder
Just an illusion creeping into your mind, Serrated by a cut at a time, Pain in an illusion... varied in the thrux of time, Innocence is lost... Paradise is forgotten, shadows mire step by step, Voices deepen in the abyss, Calling... Yet there is no help... only... an empty echo, Silence touches in rage, Flaws in humanity howl in the wind, Beckoning those souls of the arcane, Restless in their welcome. Oct. 13, 2000 Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jun 03 2002 08:33 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 6
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"Just an illusion..."