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Upon this night the dead are born Their presence, now, you feel near The world will laugh with baffled scorn Misunderstanding what they fear But to what end shall your desire Bring endless treasures from the past To fuel hells eternal fire "Alas my gold!", it shall not last But still I dream of endless starlines The wake of sands beneath my feet And phobos/death are just confines Alike my hearts eternal beat |
You know, I think this sounds better if read backward instead of the way it is now. Just my opinion, but it's sublime read backwards, with some modification (Haha, new word! I think...). Try it, and see what you think. Reading it as it is now, of course, some parts are somewhat off. I, myself, can't quite understand small parts of it, but maybe someone who does will come along and give a better critique. But, this is very good. Something that proves less is sometimes more. Happy Holidays, Sammy | Posted on 2006-12-06 00:00:00 | by Raven_TheWolf | [ Reply to This ] | |