queeniolanthe

I see beautiful figures pass me by Like strange ghosts in the light I am invisible to them And out of their reach None of them could hear me If I scream The light does hold me in its grasp It flickers and twists in the wind It will blink out With but a gasp And leave me here In the Dark I am a wanderer here in the night Like a strange ghost I pass through the light The whispers shroud me And lead me on my quest The night will dispel me And I will find Rest I am alone again here in no light Darkness surrounds me in my prison Here I have no guide And it takes no bars to hold me To keep me isolated To make me Surreal

the boy walks alone by himself no one to talk to but the rising wind the sun is cold and lifeless plane stretched out before him for miles behind him for years he wandered alone with no weapons but his hands of glory he will take of life he will embark on a journey no one understands destined to impregnate the world with his everlasting presence with a trail of dead animals will flee his path and people just the same no one wants to gaze upon his handsome face or stare into his tormented gaze he walks a plane of fire his future in his hands he looks upon the water and wishes to jump in.