1. Time's gone by: Thresholds were crossed and pages were
turned. Where terrible peace was flaunted, I hid me lest I
become devious, delirious, and likewise desirous; I had only
my sentiment to whisper to then, and to listen to, in vain and
beneath despair. I enamoured it, and then I lost it in some
Dream.
2. Visible as I was to all that fascinated me, I ended up
blinking out through the chase; but they blinked back at me
evocatively. They urged me to show what I Dreamt to see,
but I resisted and refused to let them not let me go. To start
off with yet a new ending for an old poem often desecrated
so, I gathered my composure, and c