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In the dark of night a wind took hold, With powers charged to shake the sky, By moody swings of gods up high, Their breath alone enraged and bold. In the dark of night history spoke, Of a world alive with fury’s voice, When life was full of fate and choice, And death the augur in the smoke. In the dark of night a man did dream, Whose tale these words we now account, Be brave my friend this chariot mount, By nothing less shalt this vision redeem. Struggling through the combative gales, A sleepless figure tossed and rolled, With wondering sight a story was told, Of mysteries shrouded in ancient tales. Upon this figure two more did glare, Faces are but vessels for orbs to divine, Not sufficient to be one through design, Two alive but so unlike to us stare. These twins that see by darkness alone, Feel the truth in the shine of art, Ending where the few dare start, These bright globes make gold of stone. With raging winds our story begins, The battle set both within and out, The world’s pictures thoughts about, Action the habits, blindness the sins. With Boreas alight wandering above, A divine force teased with subtle math, To follow the Phoenix on its path, Or kneel in tears with a praying dove. The tempest in all its mighty flight, Decreed with a fist the obvious! So proud, so proud, yet so oblivious, The storm forgets his humble birthright. The wild winds be but a paper tiger, The hands that give it mighty thrust, Wields no whip to allure its trust, Holding a low cup, a cat just finds her. Such be the crispy breeze in deed, To roar, puff, blow things down, Seeking doors to equilibrium’s town, When heat in fact needs cold to feed. Wind seeks the muse of inspiration, A lull, then a rush to arms to end, Her charms the air does commend, She whispers with bated respiration. Such my friend is the temperate truth, The tempest being no storm cries, For its maker with love sees its lies, The swordsman’s tail swings uncouth. With no further aside we now return To one whose sleep our vision seeks, Into this mind the devil now peeks, Intellect put off so symbols could turn. Seeking passage to dreamlands alter, Further and further the eyes withdrew, A fatherly vessel, twos sons the crew, A ship who by one one would fault her. The tides of reflection ebbed no more, For the two in one the world was gone, Sands of sleep their eyes set upon, Dreams for obeying in days to store. ‘Saw the one, the troubled of the two, Again vain Boreas with eyes asquint, Forged to see not flowers but mere mint, An ignoble man, through and through.’ ‘His drifting eyes of warrior bent bow, Blind to the combat of peaceful keys, Gazed upon Orithyia ready to seize, The light by which he would never know.’ ‘In one fell swoop he swept upon her, An immortal force not fit to engage, Death by shock, a rose in a cage, A sword can never a heart procure.’ Tailors we know make not the man, Nor, to wit, does he who blow impress, The finest garments fit best to undress, The suitor, naked, conception’s plan. The warrior’s blood once led the world, What man wanted man merely took, By far better ways the world was shook, Now only fools let their swords unfurl. Still within us sleeping reptiles wink, Side by side the peace laying dove, Whose golden egg sits on a glove, Disarming the insults men might think. Yet by tinted thoughts some still fall, There walk among us wanting men, Who touch stones instead of women, Blind fools like statues they do install. To such a fellow we now must return, By unlucky choice he cast his dice, Gambling rage would make life nice, His heart of fire for ice would burn. The I then of the one who took control, With eye inclined to dote ambition, In Boreas he saw worthy commission, Jewels taken justly by godly parole. ‘Reading now the face of himself, Pleased to see opportunity’s chance, His office in life he wished to enhance, His brother’s book push’d off the shelf.’ “This world is made for the taking, By will alone my will will be done, A wild beast untamed I roam alone, But not for long my flight in staking.” ‘Fighting the angel by his side, He saw in Boreas a better figure, With sharp mirror set to disfigure, The Abel eye, his far better guide’ ‘Eager as a dog ready to surprise, Our hero set off to execute his plan, With canine teeth and on four he ran, To she who soon would be his prize’ To think a surprise can live in a dog, Is like seeing a rat for a filet mignon, So deluded a man can appear to one, Whose rose is above all mist and fog. ‘With tongue wild about he grabbed, The hand intended for him that night, So sure his lust would disarm a fight, So shocked to see her smile stabbed’ “Unsightly hair-chested beast you are, Withdraw from here in haste and fast, Better to drown alone in seas outcast, Then with you fly off with fettered tar.” “Listen little man, listen with your ears, Give not violets your muscular arms, Whispered fumes make better charms, Graceful words for love sheds tears.” “Fear most of all power’s delusion, For the deluded become denuded, Gaining nothing, nothing included, Power wins only a life in seclusion.” “Go to thy chamber, scream and yell, Amend, however, by all smart means, Your spiteful mean loveless routines, Thou art but a mute, a soundless bell” ‘With reproof in hand he up and went, To vent the gales in charge of him, The dogfight over with outlook dim, He saw his brother of different bent.’ ‘Reaching for the floor the fallen book, Whose pages spoke a turtle’s tongue, The unread by thorny bees are stung, So wiser he for counsel stole a look.’

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The Twins, Part 1

In the dark of night a wind took hold, With powers charged to shake the sky, By moody swings of gods up high, Their breath alone enraged and bold. In the dark of night history spoke, Of a world alive with fury’s voice, When life was full of fate and choice, And death the augur in the smoke. In the dark of night a man did dream, Whose tale these words we now account, Be brave my friend this chariot mount, By nothing less shalt this vision redeem. Struggling through the combative gales, A sleepless figure tossed and rolled, With wondering sight a story was told, Of mysteries shrouded in ancient tales. Upon this figure two more did glare, Faces are but vessels for orbs to divine, Not sufficient to be one through design, Two alive but so unlike to us stare. These twins that see by darkness alone, Feel the truth in the shine of art, Ending where the few dare start, These bright globes make gold of stone. With raging winds our story begins, The battle set both within and out, The world’s pictures thoughts about, Action the habits, blindness the sins. With Boreas alight wandering above, A divine force teased with subtle math, To follow the Phoenix on its path, Or kneel in tears with a praying dove. The tempest in all its mighty flight, Decreed with a fist the obvious! So proud, so proud, yet so oblivious, The storm forgets his humble birthright. The wild winds be but a paper tiger, The hands that give it mighty thrust, Wields no whip to allure its trust, Holding a low cup, a cat just finds her. Such be the crispy breeze in deed, To roar, puff, blow things down, Seeking doors to equilibrium’s town, When heat in fact needs cold to feed. Wind seeks the muse of inspiration, A lull, then a rush to arms to end, Her charms the air does commend, She whispers with bated respiration. Such my friend is the temperate truth, The tempest being no storm cries, For its maker with love sees its lies, The swordsman’s tail swings uncouth. With no further aside we now return To one whose sleep our vision seeks, Into this mind the devil now peeks, Intellect put off so symbols could turn. Seeking passage to dreamlands alter, Further and further the eyes withdrew, A fatherly vessel, twos sons the crew, A ship who by one one would fault her. The tides of reflection ebbed no more, For the two in one the world was gone, Sands of sleep their eyes set upon, Dreams for obeying in days to store. ‘Saw the one, the troubled of the two, Again vain Boreas with eyes asquint, Forged to see not flowers but mere mint, An ignoble man, through and through.’ ‘His drifting eyes of warrior bent bow, Blind to the combat of peaceful keys, Gazed upon Orithyia ready to seize, The light by which he would never know.’ ‘In one fell swoop he swept upon her, An immortal force not fit to engage, Death by shock, a rose in a cage, A sword can never a heart procure.’ Tailors we know make not the man, Nor, to wit, does he who blow impress, The finest garments fit best to undress, The suitor, naked, conception’s plan. The warrior’s blood once led the world, What man wanted man merely took, By far better ways the world was shook, Now only fools let their swords unfurl. Still within us sleeping reptiles wink, Side by side the peace laying dove, Whose golden egg sits on a glove, Disarming the insults men might think. Yet by tinted thoughts some still fall, There walk among us wanting men, Who touch stones instead of women, Blind fools like statues they do install. To such a fellow we now must return, By unlucky choice he cast his dice, Gambling rage would make life nice, His heart of fire for ice would burn. The I then of the one who took control, With eye inclined to dote ambition, In Boreas he saw worthy commission, Jewels taken justly by godly parole. ‘Reading now the face of himself, Pleased to see opportunity’s chance, His office in life he wished to enhance, His brother’s book push’d off the shelf.’ “This world is made for the taking, By will alone my will will be done, A wild beast untamed I roam alone, But not for long my flight in staking.” ‘Fighting the angel by his side, He saw in Boreas a better figure, With sharp mirror set to disfigure, The Abel eye, his far better guide’ ‘Eager as a dog ready to surprise, Our hero set off to execute his plan, With canine teeth and on four he ran, To she who soon would be his prize’ To think a surprise can live in a dog, Is like seeing a rat for a filet mignon, So deluded a man can appear to one, Whose rose is above all mist and fog. ‘With tongue wild about he grabbed, The hand intended for him that night, So sure his lust would disarm a fight, So shocked to see her smile stabbed’ “Unsightly hair-chested beast you are, Withdraw from here in haste and fast, Better to drown alone in seas outcast, Then with you fly off with fettered tar.” “Listen little man, listen with your ears, Give not violets your muscular arms, Whispered fumes make better charms, Graceful words for love sheds tears.” “Fear most of all power’s delusion, For the deluded become denuded, Gaining nothing, nothing included, Power wins only a life in seclusion.” “Go to thy chamber, scream and yell, Amend, however, by all smart means, Your spiteful mean loveless routines, Thou art but a mute, a soundless bell” ‘With reproof in hand he up and went, To vent the gales in charge of him, The dogfight over with outlook dim, He saw his brother of different bent.’ ‘Reaching for the floor the fallen book, Whose pages spoke a turtle’s tongue, The unread by thorny bees are stung, So wiser he for counsel stole a look.’