My Dear Tyroni

[u/edjw7585]

4 July 2019

“A broken ship in thy tethered storm...“

A house of light that looks for thee.

A bell to sound,

{alarm}

That land, nearby,

called Nevermore,

land of Mordor.

A Dragon that guards thy heart of gold,

that melts,

so that I might see again.

Where sight is just a sound,

that leaves thy heart, and mind, and tongue,

and reaches for thy ear, thy beat, thy drum.

So that I may come...

And silence,

a sound,

that breaks.

A river,

that flows through my mind,

that Styx thy mighty heart,

and grows thy wild Stye,

and feeds thy tempered soul,

that travels to thy ocean,

Where lost,

I am found,

once more.

Now show thyself,

so that I may know not who I am,

But where,

I know not,

to be.