The Trickster Sage
Resonant foxes in lush of green
The Prometheus espedition consumes
Cupid hovers spectacularly spectating
The caverns secretly securing alienation
Awaaiting a utopia derived by that familiar
Paradoxical intertwined yet broken frame
The trickster sage caught between worlds
On the brink of the miraculous or damning
There is no light without dark
Nor life free from death
Fearing the unknown
Clinging to belief
Only empowered the nightmare
Light that blinds, commanding submission
Replaced by the glow of love unorthodox
Doors opened, gates obsolete
Angels need not be demonized
The reaper mustn't ride in the night
Overcoming the inevitable a fantasy
Acceptance of the flame fleeting
Allowing the sun to rise on a new day
Every soul must sleep