Friday, December 9, 2011
With transparent wings spread afar.
Fadeth away in the light of ether,
They fairest presence hath gone, yet remains.
Yet what remains, is thy fairest melody,
and thy crystalized soul with in my hart.
Fayre the song, when thy silver hair shines as
The midnight fall, embraces the wind flow.
Fayre thy soul, when the melancholy of thy harp
Overlays the never ending light, blind my sight.
Call out my name, and embrace me with thy wings.
Embrace me with thy wings, take me with thee,
To my side. Oh, lady of wisdom, Maiden of sidhe.
Ex- angel, I shall be thy wings, for thou to become
the healer of dawn, Thou replith, "Thou art I and I am thee."
P.S. I admit I am rather narcissistic. :)
Oh narcissistic me, I'd love to give it all to praise thee.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Which like two spirits do suggest me still;
The warfare angel is a woman fights fair,
The comfort spirit is a man offers dawn's heal.
To guide me through hell, my female goddess,
convinceth my male noble to be my side.
and strength my other soul with her promise,
Gifting him with her honor and pride.
And whether that my noble be turned courageous,
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell.
But being both from me, both being adventurous,
I guess we all have two angels in our shell.
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till we all fight one another with full assault.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Abusing of power, as well as powerless incapable of being in control.
Absolute freedom surely is what I desire, yet the price I have to pay are my dreams,
along with my pride and honor.
I am no immortal, but merely a human being.
Along with my dreams, pride and honor, I have been accompanied with fear and despair.
I wish I have never been taught to fear.
I fear of my weaknesses, fear of being exposed with my weaknesses.
I fear of dependance of others, I am the only one I can depend on.
I fear of crisis, when things keep going in the opposite direction of what I desire.
I fear of lose, lose brings about the lost of my pride and honor, as well as lose of freedom.
I fear of despair, failure is never a word in my book.
Strength is not what we have been given since when we were born, rather, it is what we discover.
Victories seek for those who desire them.
I shall not despair,I am stronger than despair.
Nothing shall forstall me from my prevailing.
Thus, I see no sight of despair.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Are we the soul that have been told to carry on,
Are we the songs that are destined to be forgotten.
Are we the memory that has been left behind,
Are we the ancients that no one sees.
Diving in to the sea, to search for the forsakenned memento,
Lost body form, fail to keep the memories written.
Imprisoned by the twisting spells, we are merely dreams.
Spectators of plague, observers of pain.