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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,
that 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 have
through mediocrity,
watched my sink
in a of negation.
Yet why pay the for a
paradise when here is
an Eden of natures
Sisters of
and fair,
Who herald fortune
and out despair.
Take pity me and
give my soul,
so that I who am
may more be 'whole'.
VOICES:
"Mortal be -
heed as we speak,
not lightly will we
which you seek.
True walks hand in
hand adversity,
exists on the
of uncertainty."
The moment I saw her face
my lust I not hide.
She me as no other -
me through a lovers eyes.
A of sensual delight
pervades my -
and new feeling
I can't define,
desire for this sublime.
Sister, mother, virgin, -
she is all and yet still more
that I hope to understand,
she takes my -
I take her ...
And can you me -
is it a crime,
to crave for one small
of that I can call mine?
All my life I have -
how my has burned,
to the fruits
that my forbade.
Yet here was a so pure
she could truly any
star that the God has made.
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'.
THE FAIREST OF THEM
"Brand look no -
for which was lost can
be found in me if
becomes troth.
I will you with
untold,
for I am your -
I am soul.
walk with me through
the of eternity,
for you must ere you go -
I go thee.
Corn is the gold
will in the Summertime,
are the emeralds
you in the Spring.
At Autumn they and
as they burn,
then like the diamonds
that Winter brings.
>From the beginning when -
and flame collided -
the of the world
to proclaim,
your lives have guided -
by fate,
unaltered by that
you try to make.
The nkeeps on turning -
men still and die,
though many questions
so few try,
searchfor the
you have found here -
unaware of the in
the web is wyrd."
Drowning in the waves carry me
'cross of tranquility,
by the eddies of my mind -
washed up flotsam on the
of time.
I've no to return
from whence I I came
now I learned,
within us all
a dream of 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 hopes
in a of negation.
Yet why pay the for a
paradise lost when is
an Eden of natures
- * -
All that is left of
are my memories,
days long since into
of antiquity.
Tales the fireside
old men who reminisce,
speak of lost and
the age of 'Mythistory'.
Many a Winters night
she has to me -
easing my and
my fears,
in the of this old man
a voice still comforts me,
made 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."