Tis said these fallen lanterns light


    The souls of men upon their midnight-way;


    That embers dream to


    Receive their beams of magic white.


    The mysteries of a moonlit radiance,


    echoing off the hollows of mortal souls


    Here, where the shadow of dark solemn oaks


    brood silently on some misty morning,


    a dream-spelled enchantment holds power


    that might diffuse a breath,


    a violent flame


    or the beating of one''s heart.


    From the arcana of words,


    there comes the mystery of hope,


    set free from a heart once caged


    in darkness.


    By words


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    shall ye know me,


    lest my verses


    set the world alight


    and all is transformed.


    The soul, long tired of humbler views


    now delights in the violent hues


    of amber-burning battlefields-


    the dead men stretched across the sky,


    and so with joy,


    we behold


    the perfect form


    of a wish


    in free-fall


    a gaze enraptured


    by rays of crimson,


    silver and gold:


    a flaming tatter


    of a dream


    blazing to a new rebirth


    as I sing


    my burning verse


    across the sky.