Visions there be, so full of voidless might,
That swallow thought as darkness swallows light.
In cursed hours, when doom upon me fell,
Methought the world did gaze through glass to tell.
No place hath aces in a fated game,
If thine own hand may ne’er the prize reclaim.
And what thy dearest friend could not betray,
Perchance 'twas best untouched and cast away.
Ye fools, whilst I am wise, and stand unbow’d,
Unmarr’d by hunger of the fleeting crowd.
Mine ego waned, as mist before the sun,
And in its wane, the whole of thought undone.
Yet waking in the dreams of yesternight,
Where scarce my soul endured its weary plight,
I saw anew the marvels born of pain,
And ne’er shall I forget what trials remain.
27.1.2025
Visions There Be, So Full of Voidless Might
© Copyright: Серж Блэйк, 2025
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