I want to be a casual memory
I want to be secret and unheard
Laid deep beneath the chestnut tree
Put to rest with one last kiss.
I want to flutter the winds in leaves
Shaking loose what’s left unhinged
I want to be a lingering note
Reverberating about your echo’s glow.
I want to hurry storm away
Leaving daylight to spend my way
Into a blissful harmony,
Deep into the night of day.
And your swords
Heel’t by the pressures of oath
Forcing thought from mind
Into duty, sworn and bred
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It is here where deceit grows
Amongst the cobwebs of freedom
Faith of the free
Growing dissonance
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But straightened backs
And freshly pressed regalia
Adorned with pride and service
Calm thy boiling blood
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Hindered with loathe
Confidants biding their time
In halls of betrayal
Seething with ego
Unnatural betrayal hidden
Behind blind eyes of service
Suckling the easy tit of
Mephistopheles
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While memories float frequently
Between graying hairs
And balding victories
Scavenging the lands of truth
Relying on honor
A choice and a path
Not a reason or calling
But inward honesty
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Though demons fight unceasingly
Through hushed dark corridors
Escape routes of the squeamish
Icicles of setting winter
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Until the end remains clear
Ancient avenues of chestnut trees
Above the family crypt
History sleeps as change begins