Scouring Winds of confusion in a land of darkness
The gales slicing at your body and mind alike
Times when will be your only aegis
Against these blades that dice your cowering psyche
A faint voice riding the winds and shadows
Urging, to understand this complex phenomenon of confusing muddleheadedness
Is this what I need ?
To understand and interpret?
Well, take a hike old morons
Tis neither a fantasy nor an anthology but the deadly game of life
To brood over these shadows is the occupation of those doddering fools
In their vain search for the world's ethereal rules
Son bend the winds to your steellike will
Forge your armour and charge uphill
Just close those desperate eyes
And grow out of those cimmerian nights
©shadownik
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