Chance Intent

I have stumbled across a new passion: writing. It is proving to be insightful and rewarding.

It's for chance that

Knowing intent

Was on my mind

I wandered through

A maze of catacombs, lost

Where with the wind

Stood still

There not being

Alone with the silent angels

Nothing known

No worries

Battle cries are silent

Changing of the guard unnecessary

With winter in sight

Darkness of the cold night comes quickly

The cold night with

Timeless reflections

But the glow of star lit skies is gentle

As I wait for my angels return home

Home to occupy my heart

Protecting the center of my esteem

As later I dream of you

Your memories rest in my mind, never completely gone

To keep for another night as eternal peace fills my mind

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