Smoke

He says;
"Welcome. Take your seat."
No one is here for me to greet
No one around, nevermore
The walls adorned with peridot frames
Nervously, I say "it's great to finally meet..."
In the dark my vision they blur,
and something doesn't feel the same

Disconcerted I reach for the chaise
The voice was heard, but no one to take its place
"You seek to see through the smoke?"

Perhaps, this is more than what I had hoped
A man draped in robes all colors worn away
The sound of the fireplace,
and my mind loses what to say
"You sleep with visions burning, that won't retire?"

Others, they see it too, your childhood dreams they expire
With a nod I see his eyes are obscured
I seek to see through the smoke

Solo - Sloppy

A charcoaled rag underneath black burns it hides
"My mind was once young, some say it soared
But into the light I looked and now here I reside

I've seen the secrets that make our Mandalous design
I can show you once, but you may not like what you find."

He slowly reaches back to untie the knot
"They say your secrets are... passed down through time?"
My voice cracks as if though in my throat, something is caught
Scorched scars circle his eyes, as if though lost in an ancient rhyme
We fight and we abate as we reach for their false prize
He lurches forward
And as they open
I gaze
Into his dark greyed eyes...