Dream and Architect

Dream whimpered and was dark
Such business has a gloom to it

No architect wanted to confront.
Easy peasy, that's my motto
Always has been, even in the
Roughest rides the minotaur could muster
Even when the voice had forgotten us, 
Those days were now lost in 
Dark dreamer
In the being of confusion and 
Light
In mastery and failure
All these entities creep in when the minotaur wanders off
Like all their kind no attention span, no dedication to the present
My my, I speak only to myself 
And the endless stars.
Well open your eyes, 
drifting dreamer, before a sister comes, 
And the muse of the pit is a real hag.!!

So carry on....