Reading poetry in the middle of the night
Thirsting for more
more knowledge
more justice
more style
of men and power
Heroes are welcome
As death's door
One man's passage
Makes a queen's passing flame
To burn bright
In the middle of the night
Monday, May 11, 2015
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
The Imperiousness of Life
You don't want to take in the mirror because the mirror is not real.
A reflection of things past
No future to behold
Sweet nothingness in my ear
Sprouts images in my head
What grand adventure we must partake
Spartans, Athenians lend me your fear
Of a great war relied upon
Join us in the honor of your souls
Lest we die one more day, again
A reflection of things past
No future to behold
Sweet nothingness in my ear
Sprouts images in my head
What grand adventure we must partake
Spartans, Athenians lend me your fear
Of a great war relied upon
Join us in the honor of your souls
Lest we die one more day, again
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