the hero is the one who has to die
and then come back from past the iron gate
the master not the victim of hard fate
who's looked the darkest god right in the eye
and then returned to look upon the sky
his is dominion of the nether state
michief resiles and leaves no lasting freight
he holds as one the golden truth and lie
bees hidden in the music now explode
leaving their honey in the hive behind
no one would now how long the serpent curled
another monster now must block the road
to torment and to terrify each mind
such is the manner of the living world
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
28 January 2008
legendarium
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