*title me*, by etherdemon, by Thoughtless Encounters
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a cloak created with purpose
purposed to protect the wearer
wearing down the man inside
inside the heart shadows
shadowed memories of love that never wasn't
wasn't it simpler not to believe
believe that prophecy may pass
pass by the prophetic speaker
speaking of himself in fearful joy
joyously living half a life for the missing piece
a peace without the piece for which peace may come
comes about without the knowing of what is to be
be or be not as was taught but left unleared
learning what is not taught but expirienced
expirience the phantoms of the past
passed before eyes open and blind
blindly binding all lack of sight to a ring
ring the man with the ring of truth
truth that can only be so should there be vision
visions of a piece of peace of release
release the last grasp on memories that fade
fading fornlornly into lore to mend the broken gold
gold to behold the ring on the finger of the woman
woman that completes the man as two are joined to one
one now without the other alone and cloaked
cloaked in shadows with hands bound by convention
at convention confirmed but not comforted
comforted that comfort may yet appear
as appearances may unsettling be at this time
time that passes into history
history that confirms or denies prophecy
prophecy passed into the hand of the man
a man who awaits the union spoken of by the first of men
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Posted: 2006-01-26 08:19:37 UTC |
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