I sought to write versesImmersed in melancholy,That unveil a quiet woeWithin the leaden lives we fleeI sought to write versesOf souls stricken by malaiseOf idiopathic ire manifestAn insatiate,insentient crazeI sought to weave vividityInto threads of nebulous thought,To ease pain and sufferingSuch poetic vagueness wrought.I sought to indite ichorWith mortal mind and heart,Only to soar in …
The Forgers of Fantasy 