Wednesday, May 11, 2005

alas

an illusion shattered, glass shards flying out from the point of impact, a crown of crystal winged blades arrowing out in a perfect, evergrowing circle.
the long-believed myth dispelled as an errant fly settling upon the face of time, by the flywhisk of fear that dominates our almost mythical existences.
the hope held up by idol (idle?) worship scorched in the searing, exssicating fires of reality, deceptively draw, only to singe and burn wantonly.