Seeking Labyrinthia
I have fashioned my desire from Carpathian obsessions,
Indulging in the calm between extremes.
It’s a blood and iron promise that sets my soul alight,
Embarked upon a pilgrimage of dreams.
Standing on the foredeck in a silent, moonlit trance,
Sipping from a chalice rimmed with stars.
Knowing when I find her, I’ll be three sheets to the wind,
Branded by an irony of scars.
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