Crossroads

Entangled at the track, neoteric Achelois once again dragged past the speeding train, canvassed through graffiti ridden window frames by your refrain and vulnerability, not fitting into the chaos and arbitration that besieged this scene. Were they oblivious as crossroads trembled, two resolute assembling face to face-Tristan becoming the mirror reflection of King Marke, interlaced in time with twain sparked dreams falling united to accountability solely mine? Beguiled by siren eyes and controversial plight-- without scrutiny of price, traumatic obligation incites sacrifice of heart and mind with a reverie to appease dual sides. Amid Mephistophelian sights, you did not perceive the blur. Then again, how could you-when all you could see was her....