Bask in the shadow of yesterday’s sun,
Glazing the road as the travel’s begun.
Crossroads to ponder as steps carry on,
The way is concealed in the journeyman’s song.
Away to the castle in stupendous manor,
Time but a mirage seeming to blur.
Missions afoot to carry the day,
Choices behold to stay or to stray.
The sticks and stones but obstacles here,
The light masking well corruption and fear.
Awake and behold as eyes are drawn shut,
You’re swimming in streams carved by the flood.
Step back from the alter and you shall perceive,
Lights trickery laden in all that you see.
The glory is siphoned from sources above,
And cast on the children with the alias love.
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