Poem by Vincent Silvertop

Sweetly illusory beauty.

That I dare not brake.

For fear, that i may fall.

Seduced into temptation.

Lost.

Found by the fountain.

Reborn from the cloud.

I Listen to the god Olympus.

Set free to perceive.

The vigour, of the century..

I listen to Aphrodite, and

realise i i have been of poor service to my highers in educating my lowers a i have allot to learn
Penetrating the darkness.

In the fold.

Walking the valley.