lostpoet

fire tongue burns my thoughts
as i speak the untruth
my heart crumbles
my soul fades into the wax
of my illuminating light and
soon
i am solidified and imprisoned
under the oath
under my own mortal
words
i am not OZYMANDIAS
hear me speak ye
mighty
What i say here will echo
and mean the same today
as in a millennium - and soon
the grail will slip under my grip
and slip into the depth of the unreachable
and no more will the truth be heard
till silent rest the ego