Illusionist Time
Incumbent villian, Time that thieves abundant youth
Tearing hence ever-indulgent renewed view
Vows till death, promisingly forever, doth it prey
On even jewels that speak in pen, denied of sword
In spite of written words’ framed abstraction understood
And his illusionist debt etched still in humankind and mind.
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IconoclastSalem
Faeries, magick, enchantment, Tir Na Nog, Mother Earth, poetry, the stars, and wonder are all I need in life. Hey, I'm Salem. I'm just an average nobody trapped in forever cycles of hurt and repent. My mind mixes thought and reality ever so painfully which, in turn, creates the chaotic painting that is my life. Who said chaos couldn't be beautiful?
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