Poison's Antidote Poem by soren Barrett

I awoke poisoned from a dream of the night
as the breeze of life blew out of the unknown
Blinds opened to infant light,
as lies, disguised as truth, were grown

In the shadows, countless specter moons
ride on icy, broken hart steeds
Here trampled hinds, fell in swoons,
into bleeding lagoons of ignorant weeds

Time, a magician's illusion,
until the stench of rotting flesh does tell
of a child's lemon drop delusion,
where death's the only antidote for life's aging spell