Halls of The Avenger


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It is.. yes.. silence..
and the world sleeps
that my thoughts... consume my senses.
I cannot help but to talk to you
I dream and drift
to float far away
from the real
it is perfection
under a pillow of wisdom
a secret
a solitude
is well hidden
the face of yours
only a few
can bring
such a beast
to dream again