i sing a song

i sing a song with the wistful wind
the haunting melody of the sinned
from the depths of my deepest soul
written on parched and ancient scroll
releasing the anger and the fears
mingled with sweat and many tears

and as the words float into the night
with shadows drifting ever so slight
through the darkness deeper than deep
over humanity resting, asleep
the spirit breaks free from all foreboding
reality changes, the old imploding
into another world, strange dimension
leaving me free to play with potions

of the impossible, even unheard
to places new, not before ventured
into a time where dreams form and dance
just out of reach but not perchance
for now i sing with the wishful wind
toward the place where my sins will rescind

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