allan

The fallen are the chosen,
The vehicles for conquest are frozen.
It's an ungodly scent that eminates within.
I believe...oh yes it is fealty of karma.
It must have been a hint from the mindless.
A cardinal sin...
A tower in these fields lies fallow,
Yet it is not my habit to dwell in the stark,
To hide sequestered in the shadows.
That in entirety is hoarded for the shallow.
Though it is I that recieves the burden,
I that redirects my path in consequence.
It is I that dies when the world turns dark,
In essence it is my sacrifice that destroys my call.
I cannot replace the feeling i've found,
The constant breaking of hearts is all I surround...

what a day.....drunken go carting......smoke bomb wars............the only thing that could have possibly made this day better.........would be if Isobel was there to share it with me...............