title me, by etherdemon

By Thoughtless Encounters • January 26, 2006 08:19 UTC

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