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Krystallus New Member
since 2009-09-06
Posts 3 |
Under purple skies raining down with the blood of fairies I am likened to that which is a man. I a man with no bound in compulsion feel the drive of my heart, possessed by its pulse of hidden words lying behind unopened doors, my eye's grow mad as they ooze intensity Covered by the blanket of unseen waters, my word open to the land and my essence is spread about like sacrificial blood; too this even kings would kneel, for without they are but fools with shattered dreams Let it be bonds are made that are not easily broken, be it in front of man and nature it is most divine; now the people may frolick and make offspring By the fire my eye's are burned blind by the one, I am but a tool guided by light within, driven mad by the spokes of creation, Ushered under the word of the begotten sun |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
Lots of splended imagery! |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
Simply inspiring!!! |
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