Fantasy's Keep

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, August 11, 2009 0 comments


 I acquainted my soul with a secret good-bye
For all that I was I'd often deny
It wasn't enough to bare my despair
And so I said 'no, I no longer care!'
Then I wrote as though my quill would expire
And bled to the page my infernal ire
Then blew out the light so I would soon see
Evermore, evermore as oblivion would be
And how I imagine by the depth of my needs
How the reaper would come if I sowed all my seeds
To cast me from life and have my last breath
Intrigue my mere fate and proclaim me to death
Where whoever awaited on me where I stood
Admitted to me how they'd not understood
That my final leisure which embraced me so deep
Was vested in me through my fantasy's keep



Posted by Robert Anderson at Tuesday, August 11, 2009
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