! ! ! Rune Of Wounds! ! !

the way we believe that happens to happen by the reasons to reason in time and space intoning truth when fails to beckon belief braces up by the trust lest we lose the bliss by the mystery on the rue of reeks by apprehension passion seems to suffer pain in its own way by texture of mind at times tear comes by nightmare into eyes like rain in torrent pain riffles through dark night the rune of wounds allays shadow thirst when bestirs on sand dunes by the dream of love betiding are we not too small as stream eternal flows sorrow may even pervade rocking the vale of tunes time takes its own course to heal up the wounds hope still drives the path trudging across the sizzling mist