The cycle previously mentioned is no more. The dreams have ended, and I have begun to live.
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Form poem 1White the marbled torso, limbless, headless, flawless.Form poem 1 by ~Unspeakable-Hastur
The outer son, frantic and incandescent.
'Time is the fire in which we burn', to wit: 'Not even your bones the
end of time will see, since time chose of nothing it to make.'
I grieve for human warmth and the life of the living.
Uppsala... Thing of all Swedes...
In the nameless chamber, I return to the marble.
Not even an echo will survive.
Ecclesiastes 1:8-10Ecclesiastes 1:8-10 (There are No Rules)Ecclesiastes 1:8-10 by ~Unspeakable-Hastur
The tiles windowgossip air-filled sunrays through their precious grime, 'cause you ought to, through, see, see how he's watching you, and he bled for you and me and aren't you a naughty boy? (Not yet.)
Suntime, silly wet, waiting with a half-smile, yes we know it's hot out and genesis is (never) red, but she's sitting right across from me and I hate acrostic mysteries, (never) mention rosaries, we're only in this building 'cause I think that it's a Saturday and Sunday wasn't Holy Day, remember back to Living Day? His floating under-capit' 'T' lacks some of the severity I've come to learn since I was
Dramatic Monologue, Part 1"Joined eternally byDramatic Monologue, Part 1 by ~Emc2
She who cared to avert
Your Fated Destiny-
O Hesperian King-
With vows and divine witness
She quenched our lusty thirst.
United by tainted
Light, in the wretched womb
Of Evil- O black cave!
O a thousand times accursed!
A pretentious cloak you
Wore—woven in red lust,
Green jealousy and a
False golden na´vetÚ.
Like the poisoned Eden
Fruit, your sweet skin-shelter-
Tempted my soul. To taste
The flesh... Alas! for your
Rotten core. It held naught but
Faithless hope, deluded
Visions of happiness.
A pawn of immortal
Fancies I became, then.
Great warrior king, mighty
Progenitor of m