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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 filaments of light,
that permeate my ethereal -
on threads I'm born.
Unto a where I can find
a balm to my troubled mind,
that I may things
yet unseen,
a world not -
but evergreen...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to crave for one small
of that I can call mine?
For years I waded
bland mediocrity,
watched my hopes
in a of negation.
Yet why pay the for a
lost when here is
an of natures creation?
Sisters of
and fair,
Who herald fortune
and out despair.
pity upon me and
give my soul,
so I who am 'empty'
may more be 'whole'.
VOICES:
"Mortal be -
take as we speak,
not lightly will we
which you seek.
True walks hand in
with adversity,
knowledge on the
of uncertainty."
The moment I saw her face
my I could not hide.
She me as no other -
viewed me through a eyes.
A of sensual 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 my heart -
I take her ...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to for one small piece
of that I can call mine?
All my I have yearned -
how my has burned,
to taste the
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.
Take upon me and
give my soul,
so I who am 'empty'
may once be 'whole'.
THE FAIREST OF THEM
"Brand no further -
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 must ere you go -
I go thee.
is the gold that
will in the Summertime,
are the emeralds
you in the Spring.
At they turn and
as copper burn,
fall like the diamonds
that Winter brings.
>From the beginning when -
frost and collided -
the birth of the
to proclaim,
your lives have been -
by fate,
unaltered by chamges
you try to make.
The nkeeps on turning -
men live and die,
many have questions
so few try,
searchfor the
you have found here -
unaware of the in
the web is wyrd."
Drowning in the waves which me
'cross of tranquility,
lulled by the of my mind -
washed up flotsam on the
of time.
I've no desire to
from whence I 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 Heaven that I can mine?
For years I waded
bland mediocrity,
watched my sink
in a of negation.
Yet why pay the for a
paradise when here is
an of natures creation?
- * -
All is left of those
are my memories,
days since past into
of antiquity.
Tales the fireside
old men who reminisce,
speak of lost and
the age of 'Mythistory'.
Many a cold Winters
she has to me -
easing my and
my fears,
in the of this old man
a soft still comforts me,
young once more by
the that I hear.
"Come with me through
the of eternity,
for you know ere you go
I go thee ...
I go thee."