'Fringewalker'
Possessed by the madness
that can only exist
On the edge of a dream
and the fringe of a kiss
A world bred of darkness
to burn in the light
For only in balance
can potential take flight
To be-
that which never was
To see -
the effect which had no cause
To dance -
with the flow of life's Harmony
To Order
the Chaos of what could possibly be
Possible
and Probable
Infinite real;
Ever after
and never was
a turn of the wheel
Maddened by Darkness
blinded by Light
Peace in the Oneness
between Day and Night
The worlds and times
of in between
Discordant rhymes
of waking dreams
And she walks...
On the outside
looking in
Born of the grace
that yields from sin
A wyld child
of the Wyrd
Dancing the ebb
and flow of years
And on the beam
she stumbles
she glides
Within the shadows
she plays
she hides
Into the void
she yearns
she peers
To face the truths
she loves
she fears
From on the edge
of faith
and doubt
Searching the depths
within
without
And on the fringe
she walks
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