| By Asha Ariel Aleia Tell me the pillowing of my soul That lies in the darkness of Unforeseen events. Taken from its seam of dissatisfaction. The journey of a thousand years. For when it came to pass You have made it to be of unshadowed significance. Foretold it. Left it to be given to the princes Of high innuendo. Befallen in time. Bestowed. Left to travel the inroads of bourne To let out the many cries of solitude To torment the given allies. To fortify the grains of love annoyed. Having been given a shape Yet seen as dungeon ALLIED with the shadow of love as yet fulfilled NEXT PAGE Copyright 2006-2025.Asha of Antares.Asha Ariel Aleia. All Rights Reserved.Background courtesy:Asha Ariel Aleia |