this is the tale of one who dared not speak
but made his measure one that all must hear
the word made harder than it should appear
vision exposed to strong as well as weak
there are creations that the small may wreak
upon a world become thin and austere
such matters as no god could engineer
beyond the space of matter and mystique
attend you noble ones as you dance by
upon your futile duties to the throne
no palace lasts when all the plebs are dead
no kingdom can stand long built on a lie
that much even the dullest kings have known
and this is what the master spies must dread
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
27 January 2008
dark prophecy
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