“While wine still trickles fickle Death
must sheath sharp sickle, pause for breath
which hope for scope empowereth."
To phantom sigh said passer by.
"The spine that shivers sets the score
for mind beyond dark shadows hoar -
what's lust to who may prey no more ?"
To passer by ghost of reply.
“Tears, fears, arrears are paid in Time
as Trust plays out Life’s p[h]antomime
awaiting Paradise sublime."
To phantom sigh said passer by.
"Death knows no fears, they're faced before,
some trembling mirage sins restore.
Tears are drowned out by sonic roar."
To passer by said phantom sigh.
“No favours asked, no quavers given,
by backward glance no joys are driven,
but sins forgotten, sins forgiven.”
To phantom: “Why ?” said passer by.
'Temptation taps a semaphore
of semi quavers sped instead
of scene that's seen, - Mort or Amor.'
To passer by said phantom sigh.
“All things Love conquers, - victory
of life sublime, - eternity
is hyphen syphon, surface sea,
which all must sail…” said passer by.
'Upon Time's [s]wings - that base bass whore -
all face is surface phantom sped,
desire inspires, masks empty core.'
To passer by said Phantom sigh.
“Farewell ! my welfare lies elsewhere,
and yet lies not, believes in fair
winds which Time’s leaves for Life prepare.”
To phantom sigh said passer by.
“Your’s is not pitch or toss to call,
for finger beckon none forestall,
must drop what seems their wherewithal
to answer summons.” Phantom said.
“That may seem so in this dimension
yet other dreams may add extension,
prorogue fell sentence, toxin mention.”
To phantom: “Bye !” said passer’s sigh.
"Betimes by night c[l]ause rhymes with c[l]aw,
bell tolls the tocsin dark and dread, -
worms bore, fire burns. In store, - no awe.”
Life’s reasons seize on." Phantom said...
“To others, therefore, bid adieu,
before sun dries dawn’s sparkling dew
as I am now so shall you, too,
lie, as a phantom, stark abed.”
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