the paladin

forever kisses burn at skin, longing marks the fool, recurrent pleas resound as din, to rage against the rule, the shrouds in which our dreams emerge, unto astral plane, then dross and cowardice converge, render rapture tame, a corridor we knew before, silent, soulful flight, the paladin is here restored, come unto the fight, these seasons move across the lines, of what we control, ineffable and pale designs, fragments of the whole, then somewhere at horizon's end, hearts still beat as one, open to what living sends, beneath crimson suns, as lovers earth, and sea, and sky, chains just fall away, impermanence we'll e'er defy, mark another day...