I'm standing at thecrossroads of my life -nothing to lose.
Each path leads to oblivion,whichever one I choose.
Rising from the ashes of my plight
I traverse filaments of light,that permeate my ethereal form -on omnipotent threads I'm born.
Unto a place where I can finda balm to ease my troubled mind,that I may glimpse thingsyet unseen,a world not grey -but evergreen...
And can you blame me -is it such a crime,to crave for one small pieceof heaven that I can call mine?
For years I have wadedthrough bland mediocrity,watched my hopes sinkin a mire of negation.
Yet why pay the cost for aparadise lost when here isan Eden of natures creation?
Sisters of servitude-fearful and fair,
Who herald good fortuneand mete out despair.
Take pity upon me andgive back my soul,so that I who am 'empty'may once more be 'whole'.SPIRIT VOICES:"
Mortal be silent -take heed as we speak,not lightly will we returnthat which you seek.
True wisdom walks hand inhand with adversity,knowledge exists on thebrink of uncertainty."
The moment that I saw her facemy lust I could not hide.
She knew me as no other -viewed me through a lovers eyes.A vision of sensual delightpervades my senses -and ignites new feelingthat I can't define,desire for this succubus sublime.
Sister, mother, virgin, whore -she is all these and yet still morethat I could hope to understand,she takes my heart -I take her hand ...
And can you blame me -is it such a crime,to crave for one small pieceof heaven that I can call mine?
All my life I have yearned -how my spirit has burned,to taste the fruitsthat my tonsure forbade.
Yet here was a beauty so pureshe could truly outshine anystar that the Lord God has made.
Sisters of servitude-fearful and fair,
Who herald good fortuneand mete out despair.
Take pity upon me andgive back my soul,so that I who am 'empty'may once more be 'whole'.THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL:"
Brand look no further -for that which was lost canbe found in me if yourdistrust becomes troth.I will bestow you withriches untold,for I am your 'harvest-home' -I am your soul.
Come walk with me throughthe vale of eternity,for you must know ere you go -I go with thee.
Corn is the gold thatwill shine in the Summertime,leaves are the emeraldsyou find in the Spring.
At Autumn they turn andas copper they burn,then fall like the diamondsthat bleak Winter brings.>
From the beginning when hour -frost and flame collided -the birth of the worldto proclaim,your lives have been guided -decided by fate,unaltered by chamges thatyou try to make.
The world nkeeps on turning -men still live and die,though many have questionsso few even try,searchfor the answersthat you have found here -unaware of the threads inthe web that is wyrd."
Drowning in the waves which carry me'cross oceans of tranquility,lulled by the eddies of my mind -washed up like flotsam on thetides of time.I've no desire to returnfrom whence I came I camenow I have learned,within us all residesa dream of days not grey -but evergreen...
And can you blame me -is it such a crime,to crave for one small pieceof Heaven that I can call mine?
For years I have wadedthrough bland mediocrity,watched my hopes sinkin a mire of negation.
Yet why pay the cost for aparadise lost when here isan Eden of natures creation? - * -
All that is left of thosetimes are my memories,days long since past intorealms of antiquity.
Tales round the firesidefrom old men who reminisce,speak of lost youth andthe age of '
Mythistory'.
Many a cold Winters nightshe has come to me -easing my sorrows andsoothing my fears,in the dreams of this old mana soft voice still comforts me,made young once more bythe words that I hear."
Come walk with me throughthe vale of eternity,for you must know ere you go
I go with thee ...I go with thee."
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