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