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 Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 8:57 am
I thought mabey you guys would like this poem:
Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.
The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.
The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
It's by Edger Allen Poe, my favriote poet
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 9:21 am
Thats really good biggrin
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Galactic Senator Paradine
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 11:50 am
I watch the moon as i lay in my bed. the day i dread but by the moon i am lead. the sky is dark but still i lurk only using the moonlight to guide me. I ride apon my horse of a shallow grave. the tides are smothe and the water clear. it is mearly silent as i stride through this forest; the mist is light and brings hope. I see dew on the plants. my key unlocking every door, every passage, a massage of amounts. i hear a roar but still i dont care. . .i miss home dear but i only have the moonlight to guide me on my way through life devine. I ride my horse through this forest, never ending, it's like a story that seems to go on forever. . .there i see a pike, it's like a silver coin shimmering under the water, the moonlight shining off it as i ride through this forest of lies and despair still i strive never ending, never giving up hope. . . i shall not mope i will strive. . . .the moonlight still guides me as i stride through the forest of life devine. . . a grave is near by which i fear is my end. . . .i will not give up my hope for what else do i have? my journey is almost to an end as i bend my fortune. The moonlight still guides me as i stride through the forest of life. my horse dark as the shallow grave. i come apon a door which leads. . . but only to more pain and suffering. . . i feel that pain as i ride through the night by which moonlight guides me. i feel my hope fading as i am raving like the animal at hearte i am. . .the pain is not decreasing as i ride through this forest of lies and despair. the branches are like claws everywhere i turn the horrow of my past. i see a light at the end of the forest by which my hope regains. i think to myself "joy the pain it will ve taken away" but alass, only more lies as i awake from my sleep and dawn approaches to bring only more pain and suffering. . . .
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2005 11:58 am
fire blows ashes fly, bodies burn.
spirits leave the earth, into the yonder, we not yet have explored.
corpses are buried, and skeletons rain.
blood fueds everywhere, and no where to turn to.
every corners filled with horror, nothing but sorrow. . . and missery. . .
skys turn black, the earth reveals, the true hell within. . .
hearts break, humans tear apart, loved ones broken apart.
a river of blood, an earth of pure horror.
coffins open, bodies are mangled, and beasts take over. . .
satain calls upon them, all of them, every last evil being there is!
swords clash, bodies everywhere, shields are broken.
every last human perishes until one remains, me. . . . .
this is. . .and will always be. . . a horror in my life. . .
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Galactic Senator Paradine
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 7:35 am
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