The Alternity Glamour...
Forged in the fires of the Elden Flame,
A cold shroud of logic cloaks the gate,
Hides with the mist of glamour the underlay,
The magical nature of this reality.
We sport Vulcan ears to chase the clues,
All the better to hear quantumn whispers of long ago Wizards,
For it is we who reside in Oz,
As it resides in our hearts.
All we learn,
All we do,
Just to escape the cold sleep of poppy-field logic,
We who awake would cry the names of stars to set them alight.
Crystals are memory's frozen tears,
And everything below the surface glows,
The illusion is constructed of light and will,
To this we are bound by our own covenant,
Dreaming poppy-eyed dreams of the Alternity Glamour,
Waiting to awaken.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/05/2023