The dreams of young men.
Scholars of life they were,
Amidst the cry of fools.
"Follow not thy heart
For it be treacherous", he said.
Into a battle for freedom,
The courtier lead along the dead.
Open graves are full of ash,
We should have walked in light,
Or least we should have fled
Into the creepy hollow of her bed.
Never the wiser knew a tale,
Drinking with the bawdy, ale.
What would fill the empty head,
Where space be cautioned to be.
A ferry of the madness invited
Me to a sweeter chord of love.
Across the tide of space and time,
Eternal youth came back to blind,
A knife unwrapped into a flesh,
Of common loathing on the left.
What folly foolishness can bring,
When young men fitted iron,
Upon the spring in darkness.
Regions left to un-repent a heart,
Where anger be a wayward friend,
Upon the doubts of kinder rest,
Who knew the delegate, trousers pressed.
Always crimson full of worth,
To see a golden sunset sky,
With her the element of divine.
One day the tower fell 'neath dust,
Where every glory came to rust,
We must, my trust no more than lust.
Go away in time stood still,
How the right mindedness could kill,
What the lowly dead man said,
When all I liked was in his head.
Pity me for I was young,
Before the old man wept upon.
Never let my soul be destroyed,
Or I shall dream of hell deployed....