my thoughts to you so that they may pervade yours

op. 14 – most grand

op. 14 - to ________, your restoration

most
grand

Close the book for in my ending delusion,
my words speak silence even in profusion.
Though my chapter is over in your story,
I can't help but scoff at my mock victory.
Demanding from the muses tales so tall,
prepared are you for the impending fall?
Waiting under your shadow I will stand,
anticipating the new chapter most grand.

+ december 2, 2008 @ 2:08 AM
[return to poetry]

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