A New Venture

Fate. As if it mere in architecture. Alone in this mirror New paths to Unbridle. Yoked in the season, All things. Bound by vow. Provoked in reason Twice then, here and now. Henceforth pressed this town, New paths. Trevail slow. A King with no crown. Unfamiliar. Sole. Forged in reluctance, Alone to venture But is there a chance, We mark the weather . . . Ebbs and flow to dance, our hands to tether We walk it alone, Alone together?