Mario William Vitale Poetry

In the meadow lieth the early morning dew
Still who knew ?
The falter of the static over the radio,
A face with teeth lined the pages of time..,

Our destiny,
A wanderer in search of beautiful flower's,
We melted in the ivy ambiance of a hidden decor,
The in tuned harmony..,

To a hidden beast's menegerie,
A soft decor filled with mortification,
The darkened castle still stands.,
Although for now it is dimly lit.,

As a clear passage of soft decor.,
Melted through the ambiance of the given moment.,
This is the place where Aleister Crowley would frequent,
Not really a raving socialite.,

We will bask in the hidden meaning,
Alone,
Yet still a bit frightened !

Poet: Mario William Vitale