One left standing on a plain white desert riding.
Wandering on all plains of illusionary life;
There in at my own time traveled past,
passed a pagan life of what it presented me on ancient ways of living.
Some say you influence the change or vice versa.
I don't know whom at what to consider as verse, prose or commandment or two.
Knowlingly you of the eye,
to your left a memory of battle ridden life.
. . . to your right a might of you son's hammer.
To me, a belief of a wayward life not a pagan's relief or belief.
Olde or new,
for me
to me
Its only a behavior of you.
About the Creator
Oliver M
Poetry is my past, the future rolls for no one. I'd rather have her exorcise my past and to entertain as life goes by in this chaotic world.
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