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I'm at the
crossroads of my -
to lose.
Each path to oblivion,
one I choose.
Rising from the of my plight
I traverse of light,
permeate my ethereal form -
on omnipotent I'm born.
Unto a place I can find
a to ease my troubled mind,
I may glimpse things
yet unseen,
a not grey -
but evergreen...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to crave for one piece
of that I can call mine?
For I have waded
bland mediocrity,
watched my hopes
in a of negation.
Yet why pay the for a
paradise when here is
an Eden of natures
of servitude-
and fair,
Who good fortune
and out despair.
pity upon me and
give my soul,
so that I who am
may once be 'whole'.
VOICES:
"Mortal be -
take as we speak,
not lightly we return
that you seek.
True walks hand in
with adversity,
knowledge on the
of uncertainty."
The moment that I saw her
my I could not hide.
She knew me as no -
me through a lovers eyes.
A vision of delight
my senses -
and ignites new
I can't define,
desire for this sublime.
Sister, mother, virgin, -
she is all these and yet still
that I hope to understand,
she takes my -
I her hand ...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to for one small piece
of heaven I can call mine?
All my life I yearned -
how my has burned,
to the fruits
that my forbade.
Yet here was a beauty so
she could truly any
that the Lord God has made.
Sisters of
and fair,
Who herald good
and out despair.
pity upon me and
give my soul,
so I who am 'empty'
may more be 'whole'.
THE FAIREST OF ALL:
"Brand look no -
for which was lost can
be found in me if
becomes troth.
I will bestow you
untold,
for I am 'harvest-home' -
I am soul.
Come walk me through
the of eternity,
for you know ere you go -
I go thee.
Corn is the gold
shine in the Summertime,
leaves are the
you in the Spring.
At Autumn turn and
as they burn,
then fall the diamonds
bleak Winter brings.
>From the when hour -
frost and flame -
the of the world
to proclaim,
your lives been guided -
by fate,
unaltered by chamges
you try to make.
The nkeeps on turning -
men live and die,
though many questions
so few try,
the answers
that you have found -
of the threads in
the web is wyrd."
Drowning in the waves which me
'cross of tranquility,
lulled by the eddies of my -
washed up flotsam on the
of time.
I've no to return
whence I came I came
now I learned,
us all resides
a dream of days not -
but evergreen...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to for one small piece
of that I can call mine?
For years I have
through mediocrity,
my hopes sink
in a of negation.
Yet why pay the for a
paradise when here is
an Eden of creation?
- * -
All is left of those
are my memories,
days long since past
of antiquity.
Tales the fireside
old men who reminisce,
speak of youth and
the age of 'Mythistory'.
a cold Winters night
she has to me -
my sorrows and
my fears,
in the of this old man
a soft voice comforts me,
made young more by
the that I hear.
"Come with me through
the of eternity,
for you must ere you go
I go with ...
I go thee."