For you, with loveSometimes, when it seems as though the pathFor you, with love
I am walking is endless and in shadow,
I close my eyes and remember that moment When I gave up what it was to be me,
And surrendered to what it is to be us - That moment when I opened myself to you And let your light flow into all the dark places Filling me with strength and peace and joy Until the boundaries between us blurred
Like wet paint and I could no longer be sure What was you and what was me, and knew only That we are more beautiful than you or I.
WarlockWhat magic is it that you weave to make Me so in love with you? That I who fought So hard to stay alone, untouched now break - Unable to resist you when I aughtWarlock
To hold you back from me. I crumble and You pick the pieces of me up and breath Me in. And now with clarity I understand
That I will cleave to you until my death
And even then your chains will hold me tight. Warlock, you will not let me leave your side And so what good would it do me to fight Your dark art? You command and I abide.
And yet I know I am not lost but found; My captive capt
RequiemYou are talking, but I can’tRequiem
Hear your words. Only
The buzzing of the
Fat black flies Hanging from Your lips.
And for a moment I remember That the grotesque painting I thought was a mask
To hide the real you
IS the real you. Ugly.
But it doesn’t matter anymore Because I can hardly see you.
You fade into nothingness
And are nothing.
I forget You.
CarnivaleLittle Clown,Carnivale
You stand in the unforgiving Spotlight of the Big Top; Your greasepaint is running,
Your smile has melted. You couldn’t keep you plates Spinning, and now they lie Broken at your feet. You caught the wrong end of Your juggling knife and now
There is blood in the sawdust. What now, Little Clown? You can’t walk your tightrope,
The rope is slack, you have
No net, and you keep looking down. You can’t tumble any more -
The paint doesn’t hide the bruises. You should have been a circus horse,
Tossing your head and doing &nb
The big move
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[bonk]
Pie Iesu domine,...
[bonk]
...dona eis requiem.
Unless you meant some sort of beacon for angles, as in some sort of lighthouse specifically for a pre-english germanic tribe?
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