Alcove Of The Wind: A Dying Memory Poem by Engin Kavrak

...and every door on through the stone
At so home on through the shallow
At so sight by the rainbow's morrow
And vermin and nightflies and butterflies
So rooted in my slumber's wakelings
On through the night, on through the day
And elves and dwarves and dendroids
Wail only upon the neck of men banshees
And seven seas and the grand creation
And the prose over the high revelation
And the draws and the close night's shadows
Only if your mind has just animated

For what reality amidst the grand wheel of real deal
What unearthed death's secrecy to unresolve the great seal
What fight and clash to write the memory on a slash
And the glory to stash and the dwindle afterwards
At every gleam as the winds pass by a trees on the shake
Feeble and stoned at the petrified golden take
Maybe just a roll a thunder strike and the bright
As your heart seeks but your mind sips and the light...

'As you can see my drift is incomplete
For the many who are around had been have been so in greed
For what fuse I could implement that they had stolen
Those few that you see are merely frozen
What wisdom you seek from me is not complete
But many who have seen my knowledge upon sky
Many by their burden of a dying memory freed

For that is what keeps you at my sight
As you crave your dying memory to ignite
For the worse it happens when one tangles
Allow a follow to go to die on one's mind rambles
Can you fathom beyond this ripple of wind
Maybe your struggle against your every fiend
Had used you in vain to dismiss what you gained
To untie your cumulated memory of luster
Your youth faded in time but faster
Now you seek your memory to be sparked a new
But maybe to take the risk to involve a path
To lead you into your doom maybe as I do the math
That much is revealed to me through the wave
This ripple of wind I form for you to save
Its time for you to go now be brave'

It was cold the hall as I take my steps back
That became to complete the Wind's Lore my quest
Maybe I could shed light on a memory fail
I could not bear see the light fade away
I could not see and rely upon the sky
To reform my memory on a bright new undie
Maybe it was the flame deserted
Whose guilt it was that I could blame
Or maybe it was the pillar built
In what way I could remove it
As my integrity on the whole could solve
For many a light warrior had my support
Or maybe I could prepare for another war
I was on my way back to my fort