This Den of Dreams
This den of dreams breeds Art of a decadent nature.
Here it seems romance hath died a death of solitude.
How can justice be done if the righteous are numbed,
Forever dumbed down in submission. Open your eyes,
Allow the light to reveal the skies concealing a truth in hope.
poem by David Lacey
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