CAMELOT FANTASIES

SILENT SERENE

Silent and serene, is the night.
When the ravens, take to their flight.
In the shadows, ov the light.
Dark crawls, thru the blacken haven.
Mysteries from this sight, mystifies the cravens.
As if crazed, I look unto what is right.
Mentally I'm not phased, at my crimson sight.
Like a maze, traveling thru time.
Is a different stage ov life, I will be there for the fight.
Frosty the misty haze, hidden among the sight.
Respite st night, its not the creatures rage.
As we haunt thru the haze, beautiful is the dark's parade.
Visions of the mind, likes to play in the beauty of fear.
Darkness ov my career, itself is being kind.
Ravens ov the mind, is luv that has been left behind.