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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