A Memoir of Halcyon

 

Songs were long and the wait was curt

yet the black and white pachyderms of buoyant

Blue world, met through the guides of destiny.

A tale of everlasting afflatus muse transcended then.

 

The flashing hymeneal chores happening all around

a nuptial to mitigate the leeway of my halcyon.

The mere thought of it hits my mind

With the memories of lost and cheerful days.

 

You were always that entity of exalted mind,

a being that sooth the wrath of Yellow-Storm,

a soul that calm the rage of Wildfire,

a mind that read the thought of Nightmare.

 

Finally you are crossing that stage, which we_

could never follow. A lucid yet chaotic reality;

An elegiac but eccentric step of your life,

though in eclipse, that eccentric clusters of mind,

transcends to exemplify this ebullience in entropy.

 

Together reach the apotheosis written in your fate.

The tomes of nightmare shown in your lucid dreams,

beware of them, your own old eldritch self-

only that can null the flames of your effervescence,

keep this words and heed its riddling soul.

 

For now, loose your chain and fly high

in to the dreams of her blazing desires

quench that thirst of one long sown dream

till it buds in to a blooming tale.