Forsaken

In moonlight visions I often wander,
with temptress desire often partake,
Surroundings of present I forsake,
Endless dark journeys I calmly ponder.

Lifting these veils shading my sight,
Realities hold returns me home,
Chains my soul to no longer roam,
Forsakes me to this world of light.

8/95

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