Fantasy & Ecstasy
Using some short phrases from the work of Fantecstasy,
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He's dreamed so many dreams replete
and always woken incomplete
for what was perfect is the past, though it did last
long enough to mark defeat.
Too quickly are hopes taken, he knows,
carried swiftly on carrion,
on carrion and crows.
Still serenading parades of the past
with words that wont reach
and dreams that won't last.
because to dream is a danger, if even for a while,
where the world is but a circus
and masks always in style.
Now forever bound...
for in her he found
one wish and a need for no more.
When spoken, its token
was a residual sound
that echos to this day love like lore;
oh how quickly...
she became his Lenore.
It's when ecstasy exists as fantasy alone,
love is a jester that turns heart to stone,
and solace a king that loans you his throne;
that you realize hell holds no flames
but the ones in your heart.
Hell is but memories for company,
her name as all to behold,
and in part, almost art,
a cadence most cold.