I am the quenching flame

I am the quenching flame
For what I haven't done I'm to blame
I am supposed to be avail
Instead I'm staring at the sign of fail

Light by light I baste
By colourful of space
Inconvenience phrase
Just like I did in that place

Gushed away, this morning to me

Gushed away, this morning to me,
it was too dreamy, almost an uncertainty.
But then again, I made myself a belief,
'Through this darkness may the light comes no weary.'

Gushed away, the road by the people,
by them speeding the grey, by them vehicle.
As it always seems as they're just in the hurry,
to not be late,-- to not be hungry.

Gushed away, the time for my coffee.
Then I ask, "Will you ever be replaced,
by wine or perhaps tea?".
"NO...!",--, just like I was standing there
saying that directly right into my face.

I'm a probably child

I'm a probably child--
posibbly trapped inside,
the body of abide
on sunset's ocean tide.

I'm a slave of love potion,
worry not, for I am devotion.
I was to take myself as mere--
as the wound did me severe.
I'm a locker without its key.

Doesn't it quite like low?
I'm not ashamed to cry, my knee,
one or two, I'd still be bow,
to you--

My Lady,
I did as perfect as a human could be
But, no human is essential I'm afraid, you see--
still a light year distanced is such a near for me.

Nothingness has no longer been there for quite some time

Nothingness has no longer been there for quite some time,
she was eager, younger than everyone could imagine
yet, she's lovely, she's rhythm and rhyme.

In the meantime I've been reading about how should a prince,
by his people's perspective, be in, --
a book written ages ago, decrypted, translated, went on
and on differently by the difference, in tongue and so in tint.
But still the idea, standing like the pillar of the fourth
in that building representing, that law-abiding.

Strongly, never wrongly, out of harm's way.

Prologue

This is where everything ends

My King's Landing
My Tranzalore
My Battle of Camlann

My END