Conspiracies in Action

A pathway is found; -- on the darker side of the moon;
The reveals the door, to that distant place
The mirrors are secret.
The paths; hidden, among the veils

A narrow path is chosen
The pale, yet unconfirmed, arise
As the moon sets; so does the enchanted dreams
The fairytales of summer
Never ended

Pure lies. As have they told them
"No freedom. Struggle through power."
Steal lies. They told them
Eat lies. Stand guard

The lonely night dies
The true gifts are to be kept secret
Doorways.
Leave.
If only forever came suddenly.
If only this now would end.