Friday, September 20, 2013

This dusk, by sheer Will, You me sees, Lord..

This dusk,
By sheer Will
You me sees
Running
As a Charioteer,
With a golden heart,
Running You
Through the heat of the dusk
Brightened like a spectre
En~Flamed by nectar,
Blue as blue as bleeding ink mine,

This dusk,
You me finds
Running
O Lord mine,
A chariot on shine,
Through the heat of the dusk,
Brightened by the energised state,
Like a run to a dream scape,

And runs life
With me,
And runs fate
With me,
Like Eternality...

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