Never a crack upon the tombstone, or blemish of the sun, nor the two bled into one, and never are evolvers worn into passage of true troubadours in passing of the mark to which combines of poet contemporary times: I am forgotten in the light of the beyond that beholds apocalyptic dawns befitting silence rising from night.
WOW! Your poem was very creative and well written and I really liked how you added a syllable each time up to 10 and then back down to 5. This style was really fascinating to me and I'll have to try to write one of these poems for myself. Smiles. I also enjoyed the kind of melancholy mood that your poem created.
Again, very well written and I do hope that you'll be back to share some more of your poetry with us.