THE BEST OF TIMES

JOHN MCINTOSH

As the world

Of shadows and dreams crumbles

The phantom hordes

Dance desperately

Attempting to hold the ancient

Illusion together


Everywhere, empires and legacies fall

While shafts of Light

Pierce through cracks

In the great fantasy

That has held the

Sleeping Beauty YOU Are

Imprisoned for eons


“It is the best of times

And the worst of times”

Confusion reigns

While minds are lost

And Hearts are freed

Revealing what was

Never gone, just hidden


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