The Hollow

It shines on you that enticing star
Rapt by its mystic you embrace this scar
Blinded by its false assertions
You lean to outwit rational presumptions

Little would one apprehend the revulsion ahead
In the end the consequence numbs the head
Devoid of the support you linger for love
Expecting miracles to grace from above

You crave for time to stop and reverse
Despair and lunacy blind your wits
Ridiculous it would seem recoup from there
Hope and desire may only repair

A Revelation

Nature plays a crafty game
Conceals the delight in the austere and mundane
We are Unwise and heedless of the reclusive prairie
And rests in it, The Uncanny

It dries, it dies and yet in seals it lies
And while it burns the ecstasy flies
Gloom it numbs and mind it rinses
Raises the spirits and sharpens our senses

The serene souls conceive the tunes
The words descend from the forbidden runes
Lures you in with the mysterious spell
Takes you from the stairway to heaven to the gates of hell

It has been cursed this ancient bliss
In tales it spread as a venomous kiss
The ways of the ‘Force’ seem so murky and vicious
They seem untainted but are quite devious