Epic Poetry Part 3 Poem by C.D. Xiang

Glamour
who can resist
whatever the era from
ancient to modern it cast its
fairy spell
of thousands
of childhood dreams
hanging in suspended net of
balance
big need for a
relation, ego and
doubt forever tilting it on
both ends
Waking
something turning
like azaleas in March
delicate among the lions
dark dreams
lure innocent
souls promising joy, blind
from nothingness they sustain the quest
alone
in the sunlight
holding your dreams
from framing encroaching shadows
in love