The Untitled

Vision of the night blurred within,
The syllabus of time, unbound,
Memories of distant past, untouchable,
Grimoire of the future yet unknown,
Blowing the whisper of Elmian wind,
Through time it had travel well,
With chronicles of changing time,
Unheard and heard by many yet few,
The Versailles always endlessly sailing,
Carrying many to the Sea of Souls,
Undeniable truth lies beyond the sea,
Yet the truth as such known by none,
Upon the midnight Star of Alkaid we gaze,
Compiling words that may not be audible,
Silently brought as book of knowledge,
To stand and clamor, evermore.


Elyasha Badely, KL.



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