W e l c o m e t o :
Sophisto
c Everglo
everglo
burning in mid summers twilight,
a bright dimmest light,
darkening the night sky.
a frost bitten mist,
lusting for more,
the teller of tall tales,
in circle does he move, in a box, trapped, inclosed,
left for dead,
while time stands still, ticking away at your illusion, the eyes that play tricks on you,
forever, glowing, no longer,
you hullicinate its meaning,
you pass up the opportunity to understand,
everything youve wanted to know,
and see.
scream it loud, be there. by acolyte of blade productions
acolyte@lit.org
ansi by sophisto of everglo
joel.jonsson@swipnet.se
sophisto