Evermore

The lost is sleep, 

The dull to keep

Never forgotten the evermore. 

As shadows creep up ivy walls, 

And wisps of fog collide. 

The blissful road of endarkened souls leads

down above the dawn. 

Clear crystal stars, fresh and swift, 

bled light across the sky. 

Each streak of light breaks away the

evernescence of child's dream. 

Soft and sweet

To hold or to keep

The violent crimes to be undone. 

The lost is to sleep

As the dull is to keep

The never forgotten and evermore.