Member Poem

               Veracity, Tyrant and Reality
My cold tongue has never tasted the enchanting taste of feat;
of getting somewhere, just an endless path on a road made by God,
carved by Destiny, molded by Ominous power. I run and run to escape
from the storm, with an urge to uncover whether the sun owns the sky
or the crystal moon has conquered the sun. I fall but not on the ground but
in the capacious, dusky, gloomy cave full of mirror.

One mirror shows my crooked body on fire and ashes rising above the cave forming a dove;
all the anger wasn't washed up by the rain, sleeping pills were never strong enough to make me
fall asleep like being too selfless after hearing chilling screams of children in Sham. Don't deny 
the truth, the ocean of dignity dried when Cain killed Abel. There are millions of shatteed stars 
are hanging on grey sky waiting to be wished upon. Shine on that mirror resisting me to see the
truth is mirror of Veracity.

One, right in front of me doesn't show just whispers of some words coming from bodies like
scarecrow, they are still there, they never left and I never made a move. Like a wolf hiding
behind the bushes covered with snow stares at his prey and begins a war; a war which is 
eternal for sure. That chapter was never closed, half-folded piece of paper is still there just
like people who became stronger than my voice and conquered my castle alas! That mirror
as dark as the night when I heard the lullaby of nightingale is the mirror of Tyrant.

Another mirror shown by Tezcatlipoca, is the clearer image of me; holding an ax to cut the
herbs which wrecked a red radiant rose. Time, a gentlemen,  freed the wings which were
lost in the wild, Ominous power, a puppet, whose strings were in my hands at this moment.
Finally I flew above the cave and storm was vanquished by the light of wings. My wild eyes
could see sun and moon just dazzling endlessly. That mirror my friend is the mirror of Reality.