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.