A new path laden with old shadows
Still directing towards the land you dream to go
But it’s different.
The steps of strangers daggered
The footfalls decorated
And yet it’s the swagger, that damn’d swagger
That throws you off this time.
Was it this, that stride interrupted,
Was it? That the dawn bellowed forth its silence in?
Was it this or another vague Dominion
That spelt truth and yet imposing, gently
Deceived you into :
Being a downfall still a dream but essentially All reality?