My Vision

A gesture of passionate feelings.
Overcomed with emotions sprouting out.
Streams, they, come and go.
Within a deep valley, a maiden sings.
Lamenting the loss of her demon lover.

Standing on the thin wire of hope.
Ridiculed by life as it goes.
The road to Hell is nowhere to be found.
A crippled man tries to bring his soul to deliverance.
Removing his bones out of his dead skin, as blood flows.

A cemented bond of love and trust.
Betrayal has started to take it's plunge to darkness.
In a house, distant, in my vision.
I see, a friend, cut his friend's heart out.
As he desired the heart of the same woman.

Lost by time and space.
Renewed by love in the face.
Long lost valour to save a kin.
This rime is not heard.
It is long forgotten in the tales of lust.

I dream of a time of mad reasons.
Where, man will be none but emotions.
Of whom, a kindled flower will grow into a tree.
Perfect sanity will be found only in the pages of history.
That time, I will be free to plunder in a dream again.