When The Corn Sheds Tears Poem by Vision Ghost

A sense of tragedy beckons the turning stone
Crying so loud a star returns tears of its own
Caught by the pearl hands of a shattered retribution
Like the glass eyes that shed their damnation

The swaying of winds yields in darkest dreams
Enveloped in the embrace of cerebral streams
Calling from the distance voice of this night
The directionless in chorus of tragedies plight

This place of the condemnations’ moment
To the endless running of such boundless descent
Like a vessel before the freak waves impact
The dip of deadly inevitability before lethal contact

As lost as one can be in the dreamscapes field
Stripped of all but skin without sword or shield
Forever so grey to the servitude of times continuity
Am I alive or does my soul circumvent this destiny?

The single most star of an absolved comprehension
Is so far in the darker skies of a lifetimes realisation
Call out to hear not a reply but an echo on the wind
Returning to me the isolation of the forever sinned

Attuned to the encryption of a dreams mortal scar
Perhaps rendering for the voice of somewhere so afar
Born only of reflection for a past without a compass
Transpiration of events; a verdict to which I am so truss

So under the cooling breeze that I lay now left alone
The sanctuary of my surrendering upon no thrown
Unsheltered but safe as the tall lengths find esteem
Before my final destination falling asleep in a dream