A Seasoned Tale.

That I should walk that distant path
Through scented forests one more time
And hear the Nightingales laugh
Their song of Spring the perfect rhyme.

Be soaked in sunlit heaven's rays,
And thankful just for my existence
On such extraordinary day's
..Even I could last the distance.

Yet only fools dare seek perfection
Reality the dawn of reason
The land of Poets seeks protection
From inspiration's strangled treason

I cannot lie with those that taunt
Provide me now a world unreal
The likes of which forever haunts
The way i live, the way I feel

Bring sword unto my slumbered chamber
Fear not the deed that i request
For I shall only see my freedom
When sword is plunged deep in my chest

Don't weep a single tear in sorrow
As life just gently floats away
For truth is any new tomorrow
Will bring more promise than today.