Byways of Fate

There is a dream unclarified by time,
In stains of blood that captains her remorse;
A fantasy of doubled-down serene,
A marriage of affection and divorce —

For blank byways of fate are our obsessions,
The dull and meaningless turned bright and clear —
The far away that shivers in remembrance,
But helps her hugging soul to still

Adhere

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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