Trail Poem by Vella Vixin

Thoughtless pride over hungered fury…
shadowed into tasteless inducement…
what a interesting concept to venture in,
a dying curiosity flowed heavy in the vision you demonstrated,
but dreams ground their importance into the form of reality.
Clinging to the cadaverous filth,
but there’s a new reliance in this direction now,
rebirth of the senses,
boiling out of religious fervor and consideration,
too blind to recognized the fulfillment that stands ahead,
gashed, but cant admit to it,
willing to unlock…
to be challenged is a crime…
and shakes his crown,

a force of a unknown stage,
flows around him…
confusion sparks
the over excess of theory trouncing out of him,
with out philosophy, with out recollection,
she sings a sweet tune that echo’s through his existence,
a pump of oxygen bursts through,
reawakening fear,
out raged to be soaked in passion of two worlds..
The wind counts the seconds passing by the two energies,
noticing the affects,
her voice dances along the ear of his drum,
delicate but held highly among her world,
safe from truth and choice,
she gradually embraces her will
allowing the suffering he maintains within…
reaches out to hold the bizarre containing him from breath,
choices have been made to come about for a resolution,
profound and strong…
a stature of faith