Circe
With the last transmuted rays of
A dying Sun
When the sleeping Black Night
Opens up
Its prying
Ever watchful eyes
When it's universal illusions
Start to wildly run
And
When the
Battle is finally won
Amongst
The noise and haste
When all your
Fears lie in State
Remember
To never surrender
Your indomitable soul
Don't let your daydreams
Go to waste
If you seek
Happiness
Will you take a sip
Of my
Darkness brew
To own my sweet taste
As you slowly renew
For by facing your
weaknesses
And frailties
Together
Through all weathers
As we carry on
Bravely
It's how I'll create
Your own divine
Circle of Safety
Copyright John Duffy 2018
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