Another World Beyond the trodden, common way, The finite day, which does decay, Where fallen suns but serve to stain, And soil seals a life in vain. Away from rows of mangled trees, Of scattered leaves and tangled weeds, Which blight and strangle all in sight, As bright lights fade to face the night. Where streams of blood have trickled by, Diverging for indifferent eyes, And truths have been replaced by lies, Embraced by those who face disguise. Far past this place there flows a stream, And deep beneath the surface gleam, Reflecting life as it my seem, There thrives an undiscovered dream. Although the way is well concealed, Behind the veil of past ideals, The winding caverns do reveal, This long-neglected world. -Jim
It's great. I would change "which does decay" to "which must decay". I think it sounds better. But overall, it's awesome.
