Dust and Dreams-A Journey
The Inquisition (Dust)
The Inquisition
How shall downcast mortals depart,
The shroud of foul shadow,
When frigid character,
Beseeches a phantasm of solitude?
Forever abreast, the apocalyptic reverie,
Descends beneath vitality's promise,
The inquisitions in their lifetime,
Remain mysterious and bland.
How shall the meek acquire a taste,
For all things fine,
When reality's wind,
Whispers of blunt, tragic demise?
Yet only saved, for the feeble of mind,
Who ramble along the dark corridors of despair,
Condemned to lies, pain, fears, tears,
As their quiet cries echo throughout the din,
Of the rigid dungeon of heart,
Ragged peasants gape in horror, at these,
Mere servants of sorrow.....
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
How shall downcast mortals depart,
The shroud of foul shadow,
When frigid character,
Beseeches a phantasm of solitude?
Forever abreast, the apocalyptic reverie,
Descends beneath vitality's promise,
The inquisitions in their lifetime,
Remain mysterious and bland.
How shall the meek acquire a taste,
For all things fine,
When reality's wind,
Whispers of blunt, tragic demise?
Yet only saved, for the feeble of mind,
Who ramble along the dark corridors of despair,
Condemned to lies, pain, fears, tears,
As their quiet cries echo throughout the din,
Of the rigid dungeon of heart,
Ragged peasants gape in horror, at these,
Mere servants of sorrow.....
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
