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Illuse he, a wall to see

Yonder forth and hither


                                                  Muraled   as if to see not a wall
                                                  But the reflections of a meadow








Fancifull creatures of once his domain

                                                                                             Only ghosts he let remain







A whimsical maiden                          a guardian of heart                         Neutral for all

                                                          






Till death does he part 









Cursed his life, denominated by one



HIMSELF
 


                                                  by choice 


                                                                                              But his freedom won 









Alone in his castle, cluttered and dark

                                   Amongst his gadgets                      he's made his mark 









Scurry he to the perch above

                                                               Doves he shews to carry love 








Presence and presents he soothes his soul
To the Dark ones now part of the fold









To tell the story, Tis I


                                                                                The Dark ones Gemini







His knight in shining armor, dust pan and broom

To those out there with Questions that loom














May you see only Goodness,
truths have there place
But a guarded heart shouldn't fall from grace