Faded Like Wind
The sea out those windows. The rocks bordered by sand. Is that bicycle still here? It is rusting away, but it'll work once more. On those bridges, like docks riding atop the ocean, with stalls and shops, they shy away. Yes, it is different this time. No longer do I fade into the wind. If I could predict, then I would separate myself before the end, for my existence has become a poison.
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There are those who welcome me still, those who accept that I may bring their deaths without fear. The one who has many times been as a mother, seeking me out every time I am born. The young ones, with dark hair
pathways uncalled are walked by the minds of the fallen
nameless passages unbuilding that which is known
in the world of 'belief'
on that frontier untraversed, the traveler, the hero
seeking the dark princess
who at first sight drew chains swift around him
the fragility of his soul in her possession
in her freedom to break or to cherish
she is blind,
unwitting of her power
which has and will destroy many worlds
many phrases of thought
the least of which is hope
the greatest of which is despair
that last brief reprise
summons forth a monstrosity
wings gripping the air as its mouth rains the blood of the fallen
princess awarele
Faded Like Wind
The sea out those windows. The rocks bordered by sand. Is that bicycle still here? It is rusting away, but it'll work once more. On those bridges, like docks riding atop the ocean, with stalls and shops, they shy away. Yes, it is different this time. No longer do I fade into the wind. If I could predict, then I would separate myself before the end, for my existence has become a poison.
_____ _____ _____ _____ _____
There are those who welcome me still, those who accept that I may bring their deaths without fear. The one who has many times been as a mother, seeking me out every time I am born. The young ones, with dark hair
pathways uncalled are walked by the minds of the fallen
nameless passages unbuilding that which is known
in the world of 'belief'
on that frontier untraversed, the traveler, the hero
seeking the dark princess
who at first sight drew chains swift around him
the fragility of his soul in her possession
in her freedom to break or to cherish
she is blind,
unwitting of her power
which has and will destroy many worlds
many phrases of thought
the least of which is hope
the greatest of which is despair
that last brief reprise
summons forth a monstrosity
wings gripping the air as its mouth rains the blood of the fallen
princess awarele