Astute and austere.
A true beginning
Beckoning aloud, a light
Pouring,
Invasive.
The mask high up the prison's walls:
A jest.
Suited up and ready for the fall.
Pinstripe cushions looming,
The fire on the hill.
Howling, a stand on the moon, stranded.
A pleasant visit, a renowned friend, festival of the light.
Basics
Instated
A stones throw and a glance away,
A power known:
Empress of the Dawn.
A glorious allocation
Upon nighttime's descent.
A blackness, existing in the shades of excellence.
Patterns born,
Privey to pencil,
Pearls to a princess of whirlwinds.
The storms of change
Burning in the noise,
The static of ignorance.
Muddy banks of existence, shoes stuck.
Show my way, a father of signs
Grandfather Time and a feather for light.
Intent.
