There in a little corner, the mind wanders,

   Slipping into a daze, of clicking thunder. 

Corybantic wondering, capricious dreams, 

Into the seething realities.

Faded, the Glances of malice,

 Swept away, in a windy sea.                                    

 Raging,  yearning to be free,

 slipping past fathoms of dark. 

Awaited, haphazard wants,

for sliver of the iced nudges.

Chanting, sunny rays,

 a hazy dream written in a diary’s page. 

Blasphemously, the world breaks down,

 stolen glances of face unfound. 

A stomping tree, lies in the frozen ground,

shelling lies of life that run abound. 

Restored, the brim of the  teary eyes,

shunning away the truth to the worlds end. 

Glancing, towards the certain death,

awaiting bliss in a reverie unsaid. 

Oh wait oh wait, I beckon to thee,

come rescue me from the Hydra that seeks me.