from inside a crystal tear I view the world
most beings blend becoming swirled
cold empty lives they choose to lead
empty veins from which they bleed
from visions of pixies, sprites and nymphs
to demons, and dragons I’m granted a glimpse
I’ve witnessed both births and deaths alike
as passionate coals a match would strike
its roaring fires embrace the flow
removing forever the memories glow
along with hurt, pain and sorrow
burned on only through the morrow
the crystal drops flow could not be ebbed
they’re fastened securely in their web
so now those embers glow soft instead of rage
ethereal bondage for soul worn slaves
magic is strong yet subtly weak
holds crystal tears upon my cheek
a whisper heard from a world of hate
my crystal tears shall one day abate