#adoknight

The best things in life have no price But priceless isn't free Or you could view a mountainside With eyes that can not see Or smell a bed of roses Without a sense of smell Or without perception savor The

The highest height I once did know now molehills in their place and kingdoms many once I ruled All now they are disgraced I speak not of decay or ruin Look again and see That acolades and laurel past All

Higher than the clouds around Proudly standing tall My tower overreaches the highest of the heavens None shall make it fall Foes around me gather Ripe for sanguine reaping None of them aware Their doom

Steeped in dark delusive slumbers A weary world now sleeping The king makes slaves the world encumbers Falsehoods ever steeping Dogma, care, and burden plenty Puts on all the sheep Ravenous wolves in shepherds

Obscuring fog descends. Covering the street. Can't see where this path ends, Or where the others meet. Full of uncertainty: In forest of despair. No lamp to lead the way, For now I will wait here. But

Regret and pain they both did strain upon my weary soul; And Eros ripped my heart in twain, Could I again be whole? Purpose clear did I draw near, and thought that it could save. The way obscured and

A mistress cruel: False hope for the most hopeless. Hapless many souls seek her finding not, prattling foolish toil for her empty pull. Mindless thralls she makes with empty promise, feasting upon their

Never today, but always to come; Gained by many, but lost to some. Shall I gain thee? Or my sight illude Can you be subdued? Forever more or ever still, Long for you the stricken will, Sun or rain you