From The Safe (Stephen's Version)

As the clock struck twelve, I paced my pen and deserted my dreams. Words of wisdom recorded in times of dread, that is all this poet has said. "It was a foundational restart" I screamed out in the mist. "It was a manic attack", the voice from within echoed from the abyss. It was a lifelong collection of lessons tossed out the stained glass windows. And so in one swift sentence I shattered the mirror we gazed into that revealed the paths possibly traversed in our future. Though I recalled, even the greatest swayers of land and sea found trouble in the paradise of the love they once dreamed. It took some time, but the poet has removed the sword from the stone and is reunited with the destiny rightfully his own. Though the scars remain and The Journal serves as recollection and as a guide for repair. Alas, the pain is no longer mine to bear. The young lover has been set free and has found a love deemed worthy . But dare not forget, all's fair in love, warfare and poetry.