Fly the banner, newly started
In this manner, duly parted.
Everlasting life distinguished
The dream casting knife relinquished
A palsied thought calls for violence
A wish forgot falls to silence
Hope ever spun upon starkness
Never begun, shines in Darkness.
Within this foul - fell dank, demure
Fair demon's howl, hell spawns the cure.
If by retract, practiced magic,
One simple act deemed so tragic.
Dissectible, come to in faux,
Delectable, memory flaw...
Though miserly, sways creation,
Despisingly lays foundation.
Stands ‘er renown, upon the throne
By blood, by crown, a king, alone.
In hope, in tear, in stolen prayer,
Conveys all fear of the true heir.
For all behind was dark and drear,
And all before was night and fear.
How many hours of night or day
In those suspended pangs I lay,
I could not tell; I scarcely knew
If this were human breath I drew.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 04-17-2000).]