Montage

Storming into what is felt,

the Ink of Truth is set,

a nature of complete,

 the One of Two in the Triad Steep.

The growing magnetic grip,

makes the sweat start to drip,

as the guitar strums a tip,

the ecstasy of such a trip.

The ache inside a Man does keep,
 the revelry high and continues to try,

a Thousand years of You and I,

the calculation of this Ride!!

The story so old,

the Ancient Called Fold,

the Fire of a Flame burns Blue,

in the depths of a midnight Coup!!

The Battles, the Wars, the Endless days,

the production of a magical play,

separate halves in lives that last,

a point of know return,

a Path.

The Torch lit and Cupid whipped,

I just admit there is a Knight,

a lord, a plight, an equal Might,

 completely ignites like dynamite!!

Written in Times of Plato's Reign,

destiny is the fate of say,

the eyes of such, a certain touch,

the distance of, he sings, instructs,

'We' do belong, a human trait.

The chances of, as desire tugs,

my  heart strings play, this is the day!!

The shine across Millennia's loss,

the tunes of truth, the sound of roots,

I know it's you, explosive too!!

Traveling through the lives to view,

ahead is the most amazing truth,

a lifelong understanding with you.

The total whole of an elemental Roll,

a script of a fighter's pull,

to answer no question,

the proof of the test in,

a Love so Blest it's Hymned.