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A lily was trampled. A lily was trampled in the night:A lily was trampled. by ~Gerithel
Where is the Muse, whose hand is sworn
to those who lose, whose souls are worn?
When will dreamers at once awake,
and quit sleeping for dreaming's sake?
Who bears the sword, for use in war
against the lore we dreamers make?
Be well aware, colourful air
surrounds the hair we swallowed deep
of dog asleep. of bleating sheep,
of a jester without a fair.
Different nights, between the lights,
angels flight and demon's delight
make quite a sight for those with eyes.
Frightened mice with a fight their size.
Arise, arise! Defy the lies
that sound so sweet in lover's eyes.
Defeat completes, cycles repe
As it is Deep into the eaves of retreating trees,As it is by ~Gerithel
Skirting scars of hurt and recent violence
Beneath fallen leaves piled up to my knees
I see wars campaigned in utter silence.
Recall when there was once a sun?
I cannot be the only one.
Now under streetlamps, awash in their glow,
To war we skitter, in ironclad rows
Cold carbon critters that set sail through snows
The winds are bitter and pale indigos.
And here in tapering heavens, our last stand in vain
The old main, embalmed and ashen, is bourne down the lane.
The old, their eyes glisten, faded and stricken with pain,
The young merely listen, hear the birds and they christen,
a decade th
I do, in deed. I do, in deed.I do, in deed. by ~Gerithel
Alexander
Ah. Yes. That sweet burn
becomes success.
And, in turn, we learn
that guilt of duress.
Sing to me, now with
separate key,
augmented fifths. Show forthwith,
that we are not machines.
Some light, the fire,
clashes moonlight.
Our desires, are dire:
This blight we might call sire.
With some haste, we go
to our birth place.
We grow, quid pro quo,
and, from our homes , are chased.
Unto certain unmaking do we race.
For, in breathing, there is a simple system.
And, to disturb said system is to taste
The chaste sweetness of blood upon bosom.
It is in saying
"we are not machines"
That we must pause to dr
Does the sun ever shine? Does the sun ever shine?Does the sun ever shine? by ~Gerithel
Gerithel
When will the tragedy of nocturne fade,
As I ever slayed whence it bade?
'Lunar decay' the hounds had bayed,
Decay awaits its servant made.
Will the piercing morn courageously rise,
As it once dyed CYANIDE the skies?
Arrive and rise morn resound the dove's cries,
Arise so we may ever idolize.
The doves have died.
The hounds have died.
The tears have dried.
No more sunrise.
But, lo! A tear of sun upon the sky's brow.
And another vow.
A drop of dawn endowed, the sky cries now.
It sobs tears of hope and fear and of dearest endear.
You are here, my dawn.
Sta.sh
