Laureate

Melancholy sweeps of the quill
Scribe the parchment in seas of vermilion
Visionary illusions fabricate emotional sensations
As the good scribe transcends the night

Flickering shadow men dance on the walls
Overseeing, as the muse guides the Laureate
Flickering light as the flick of a wrist
Charges surreal landscape with the dreams of the forlorn

By the morning the story is bed
Word forms of letters transcend mere men
Betwixt the lines lies the true tale
A heart broken and punctured by a vanity