Roland

Atlantis sinks beneath the waves as Joan of Ark apperars with the keys within
Bermuda triangle captures hostages in flight
Giants stalk the dusty bones of hidden shrines
Spirals of past, present, and future collide in tandem
Death looks over our shoulders as we watch Daniel waving goodbye
Reality is fiction in motion
Prism is the means if escape to cosmic stardust
Reversal of memories etched into a warped mind
Taught to second guess every grain of sand
Perception is confused when glimpsed peripherally
Caught in space where time stands still
Tossed into this house like a dog without a bone
Nightshade covers the window but white oleander lights the way
Like the last gunslinger fighting for prized acreage
Spinning thoughts bleed together in blurry lines.