♥ SimplE .
“The moon and sun are eternal travellers.
Even the years wander on.
A lifetime adrift in a boat,
or in old age leading a tired horse into the years,
every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home.”
February 2007 /March 2007 /April 2007 /July 2007 /August 2007 /September 2007 /October 2007 /November 2007 /December 2007 /April 2008 /May 2008 /November 2008 /June 2009 /April 2010 /August 2010 /October 2010 /
Thursday, November 22, 2007
9:06 PM
Drip - drop, drip - drop it hits the floor,
Mixing with unholy flour.
I mix and ground and put it in a mold.
It shines brighter than a bar of gold.
I leave the wound to drip and bleed,
Roll out the barrel of old mead.
The tables set and the bride is here,
Unseen darkness coming near.
I get the knife, you hold my head,
The unheard words have been said.
The knife is through and i am dead,
On me they lay the flower of dread.
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