"So spiral up and fly, you're light as air!
Leave your things behind, you're everywhere.
Through the sky, over Charing-T,
A happy, surrogate, and carefree
Release, from this Brave New World,
Release, From unhappy words.
Release, and manufactured kiss of bliss,
My...remiss...release..."
--Bumblepuppy Time must have a stop
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Dawn breaks upon a smallish world,
Touches the face of a frightened child.
Wipes away all vestiege of night,
But memory is stronger than daylight...
A lost one awakes, and cries again,
Alone, unloved in a hostile world.
Wounded in body and in mind,
She looks away, she cannot find.
In a vale on a open, featureless land, a voice calls out, afraid,
A pleading for some one to erase the trouble that she's made.
Cold and hunger, pain and sorrow,
Mix and meld within.
There is no brightness in tomorrow,
Each new day brings pain again.
Pain worse than sting of sword or arrow,
It drives down to the very marrow.
It kills the heart, and soul of one
Who knows not what she has done wrong.
Bright moon upon the rushing water,
Smile upon a wretched daughter
Of the four winds, blowing 'round,
Each seed must take root in the ground,
But a wanderer knows not where they go,
A light in every cottage window,
Speaks of home, and love and warmth.
But time kills all joy, sorrow chokes gladness
Memories only bring sadness.
Madness!
Run across a mystic moor, feel the mists,
The rains do pour-
Upon the land
You've never been here before.
Or have you?
Child of the winds, born of fire,
The paws of madness never tire
Of seeking ways that eyes should not see,
Oh what will now become of thee?
Your fur is matted, your eyes are dim,
Death awaits at every turn.
From the heavens, fire falls,
Every stalk on earth must burn.
If I should die, it is no loss, unless I have
Forgotten something
Sane. Insane. A pain in my brain. My heart and aoul ache for something. Searching. I cannot find.
I've lost my mind-
Will you never rest?
Is this some kind of test?
Oh, sleep, dear child, oh firey one,
Your task is hard, your way is long.
You're wounded in body and in mind,
You seek, but know not what you try to find.
The breeze blows over the hillsides- hush!
Hear the sounds of life's great rush
Towards inevitable ending time?
All the world is but for thine
eyes only. Only-
Return, my love, to world unknown. The pain is great, but no wounds are healed by hiding in a hole.
Weariness overtakes thee at last,
The days of running are now long past.
Remember my love, remember your quest.
Quench not the flame,
And remember thy name.