Elf Song
The shadow of beauty that chases the night
And walks through dreams into my soul --
Leaves at dawn with the coming light,
With the clang of the Matin bell's toll.
The shadow of life that chases the sun,
Is all that remains of this heart's blood.
I walk crowded walks all alone
And wait anew for darkness to flood.
Euler's Last Postulate
What comes after?
Those who know The Book hold fast to a golden city,
Mist enshrouded and glimmering on the horizon.
How can they know for sure?
What comes after?
I've heard that in some exotic lands we live again,
Guided to correct our evils till we become the one.
How can they know for sure?
What comes after?
Some hold that there is nothing when we fade,
Except maybe our memory and the echo or our words.
How can they know for sure?
For all the logic I can muster,
This I know
(And this I know absolutely now):
"And now I die."
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