Imaginary

A clouded thought, freak occurrence
A phantom dream through lullaby
In just remorse, ravens take flight
A storm of shadows on a setting sun

In winter's onset, nature's wrath
Takes a tole on the spirit of men
A draining chill, nightmarish cold
In which few will have room to move

A disenchanted spot of light
Falls through panes of splintered glass
A broken picture painted to stone
Where what's known is a shadow of self

Disjointed attempts at joy's life
To leave the shattered in blank despair
A black canvas in lone emptiness
Which none have colors to paint on

We put up walls of jeweled gold
Make our personas in bleak company
But when we see no one's around
The facade just falls to pieces

Fragmented dreams dot the lands
For those, now lost, to find
To covet, for they're the only hope
In the sunset of a time called life