Scribbles On A Piece Of Paper

Wind swept morning, shadows cast
Among the echoes of the past
Scribbles on a piece of paper
Nothings written among the vapours

Charisma clouds my thoughts in time
And I am bound in senseless rhyme
Noble scent among the roses
Thoughts I jest, I must transpose

Sombre morn besiege the light
Beneath the moon in pale white
As the waves crash in their swarm
Beneath the current of the storm

Praise be thy heart that beats within
To utter these words, as life begins

For I am bound, in senseless muse
In either light, the soul I use
Where now I walk alone with wings
Through the Valley of the Kings

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