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Originally posted by Joecroft
In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy
Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky
Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride
And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare
The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by
That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right
And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine
Though may your patience rise and fall
While with enemies we brawl
Dark complexities will spawn
And sabotage my hopes come dawn
Throwing dirt into sterile holes
Abandoned by our vacant souls
Empty words fill the empty space
Seeping out from your tongueless taste
Yet I will not give up so fast
So that this memory will last
Subversion is quite bittersweet
Yonder comes so that we shall meet
Like light reflecting through a prism
Our thoughts are stray but full of wisdom
Our present past is dying slow
As above, so below
As the thunders crash and virgins weep,
Your fragile voice can not disturb the sleep,
of the masses crawling through the night,
Blindly searching for what is right.
Beneath our steps lie gaia's voice
Seduction such a viable choice
Come back to which we know the best
The Beast which lies upon the breast
Though spirit’s wander through realms, dim.
Their darkest days growing thin.
We shall battle through the night
And seek out, dawns early light.
And from my cave I step on out,
In skies that flash and winds that shout,
"Go back, go back, you silly knave,
A dying world you cannot save" . . .