hopeful host

it takes a mystic to unwind, the tales that rage from cruel to kind, or vice-versa if we are true, in conjuring the best in you, or me, who's fallen so far down, as destiny's romantic clown, mountains climbed and deserts crossed, the truths o'er which the wayward gloss, laughter and duplicity, they stifle and resound, as method unto reason here mortally confounds, i'm just not one to lose the chance to say, it's bordered minds, not heart that seem to sway, it makes the hopeful host so pale, as stygian sisters dryly wail, beyond slow and rising maelstrom here, i'm part of you, there's no need to fear, the collapse of the social state, and dreamers then to obviate, it just takes one to speak aloud, we cannot live beneath a shroud...