Chances Are

Chances Are
flashes and bits of before the after,
sad that it ends not with laughter.
the light in the end, a little darker,
one or another, I am still the master.

at none, it was one,
illuminated wise, a lot to be done.
empty grasp and simple shy,
in stranger air, not a lie.

in the shadows of fraud and deceit,
I stand before with my virgin steed.
in avid to step the new beneath my feet
where the corners welcome the frown of my defeat.

in the edges stood the reapers of reason,
yet fit with silver like knights and guardians
but behind the steel, a crafty smile
with sight that soars a thousand miles.
its only crave, to quench a prey,
precisely those in the areas of gray.

knowing although,
I toiled through sands and peril
YET! now i pant--before the final trials.
standing to see, just to see what’s known
but vista paints a strange music of moans
with back-turned man denied by efforts,
and I as me, what’d be the difference?

a waving knight stood in the distant bare,
in pride he plight--to allay my fare.
if and only if I took his hand,
He would take i to vantage land.

by his guidance, my steed fell lame,
virtue slain as crowns were gained,
crowns and fame in my name yet no gay came.
whys’ and how’s mocked my sane:
“just you so and none else to blame”

glancing around, the mundane spook,
till it’s late to say--“had I not took?”

in penitence in the highest of the night.
to start again when day is nigh.
shall I stand forlorn with waning might,
with simple emptiness my only vice?

now armed with wits, I can define
although by deceit, I will be fine
finale be divine if seconds be divide,
the road is distant but I have time.

Łŋ
28th July 2008 2319hours - 7months