I long for the flowing wordsI long for the flowing words That might express my thoughts Verse after verse of image and rhyme To paint in the mind a picture Of what I want you to see and hear To taste and feel To know and understand Why is it so hard to show truth without falsehood? And how can I breathe but in riddles So ill-formed and executed That all meaning is lost And all beauty left behind?I long for the flowing words
The Tyranny of OrderWhat inspires in me this need For words so grandly written? What muse calls each to its kind? What orders me thus, So against my nature? I who defy the laws, The precepts of old What rule moves me to Obey it here in passing? The tyranny of order Rules me, demanding always Beauty composed. Order maintained. Rebellion expressed in adherence.The Tyranny of Order
SolitudeThe solitude I thirst for Finds me at last. The breath of the skies Warm against my face, my arms Shaded from the sun An exile of my own making My wandering mind hopes, dreams Despairs in the crescendo of Thought and the tide of words. So much is left All that I wish, desire I alone block the path God above is silent No heavenly intervention Moves me or makes me My heart is stone In solitude.Solitude
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Salutations from Damátir Ando, the Dark Lord. [link] [link]
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- til human voices wake us, and we drown -
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From broken glass worm crystal snakes.
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ars longa, vita brevis.
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