Path through the woods on the way to the lake,
Sun was minutes few from it's day ending brake.
Dare shadowed foot-steps before bonfire prisms;
To source beyond blind-bet lore, desire and ism's,
Where all schisms bond at the shore into the wake.
Sun was minutes few from it's day ending brake.
Dare shadowed foot-steps before bonfire prisms;
To source beyond blind-bet lore, desire and ism's,
Where all schisms bond at the shore into the wake.