How childish to reminisce on the Memories,

Memories from a tainted past of dripping Poison

That shattered righteous Judgement to shards

Of torturous edges and distraught hours.


Foolish to pass the Mirror on lonely days

When Light shifts to match the Dark;

Had Eyes been distracted or misled?

Dusted Clouds interfered, muddled  thoroughly.


To this Present, Time becomes anew,

Stretching its arms against Ill-Fated Dreams

In aid to the Eyes, restoring Peace

In its rightful and mindful place.