Elysium

We are there but just not here yet, seek within,
Let the inner light shine, beckoning the path,
To a place, where souls entwine and weave,
A tapestry of memorabilia and ignited dreams!

Free from the shackles of destiny and torment,
A place, where unbridled complications reign,
Conjugation of emotions, brightly inflamed,
Eagerly embraced with a comforting refrain!

Quenching the insatiable thirst for solace, 
Far from the prying eyes, on a bare canvas,
Recreating the magic and novelty every day,
Forever and ever, wanderlust and wonderless!

But, here we are, playing cloak and dagger,
Balancing precariously on the blade’s edge.
Never fathoming the extent of the damage,
Seeding scars in every touch we render!

Teetering on the precipice of frenzied savagery,
Seething vengeance and bloodthirsty lust, 
Ripping apart the very fabric of fragile reality,
Plunging into enthralling oblivion and aghast!

While the games we play, and the fire we light,
Hauling a mosaic of conundrums and desires,
Remember Icarus and the perilous plight!
Do we draw the lines or do the lines draw us?

* A timeless ode to Clytemnestra, the queen of yore.