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the darkness slowly clambers back across the morning's

field

fulfilling a fate that seemed long ago sealed

away from such tempered time my soul was worriedly

wheeled

and I was forced to question my clarity of mind

when it had not yet healed

I relive every indecision lurking behind the hellishly

tinged nightmares

and I purposely avoid the onset of the coming day

to free myself from the steady stream of strangers'

stares

the lost city of Eternia is a place of described peace

and prevailing ponder

some sullen souls, like myself love to dream of its

existence and through fanciful wishes onto its tempting

terrain we worship to fully wonder

I see this said place as a haven where the lonely go

when they feel the hands of self hate and doubt begin

to tingle and tighten

maybe through God's glory and just a little self love

these lost children we could somehow manage to

enlighten

long ago it was written there once was a shepherd boy

whose soul became deluded and 'DISENCHANTED'

but through the generosity of God's grace

a new lease on life he was graciously granted

from that unforgettable moment on he lived the life

of the quiet, the courteous and content

and back into the DISENCHANTED he never once again

ventured nor went...............

( written May 24, 1992 pm)