teases

pensive tracing on
paper brown
once so high
now, coming down
to taste the air,
to feel the breeze,
you must feel time,
must taste the freeze.
the frigid air of tainted dreams
of sullen auras, of clever schemes
and once you reach
the end of night
toss and turn,
put up a fight.
for in dreams,
you will find release
of many created,
of dark defeat.