Out of the darkest shall I emerge,
Bringing Out a path once trailed
I Arrive; With a story to tell
From a past once bitter
To a Path Now Fitter
Out of the grave of dreams, I Arrive
Standing on the Rays of boom
From the pains of Mirage,
To the Shadows longed for
I will take my Chances
Out of the loneliest Sea,
I conquered
Beneath the Deepest Clouds
I Fly, I sojourn without feathers
And tell my tales at Heavens Gate

Ovi-Odiete Jul-14

I am made of dust and smoke.
Divine or mad, I dreams invoke.
Secret gardens made by me,
the only place to set you free.
Illusions hide behind my door,
dreams of longing you adore.
I wish that humans would stay,
forever with me night and day.
So come to my ghostly place,
to reality with dreams replace.

Dream Caster Jul 22, 2013

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