| Is Love?
Is a kiss so brave as to stand alone? Is a heart so noble that it may only stare skyward? Is a romancer such a fool that he would delve into battle with no other? Can a man ever be so love struck as to forfeit his life for the sake of it? Have two ever been so assured of their binding as to forsake all others? Is love about being blind to the truth of life's pointlessness or is it about being so wise to know it's the only purpose? Is loving reason enough to endure or is enduring reason enough to love? Is entrusting your life to another foolhardy or is it foolhardy not to? Ill Lies of Grace Silence binds us in Heaven's eyes. Frolicking in the shadows of divine love. Denying the dark extremities of human reason. Illusions of demons since reconciled destining our death. Harrowing trials dursting mortal temptation to be exempt from our regime. A regime since divined by the seers of yesteryear. Ill implications of fate casting a pall of indecision over the predetermined. Exeunt morality Exeunt reality Exeunt decisive shame Exeunt lamentation of ourselves The immortal truths are preached by the falsely accused sinners and heretics of heavenly disgrace. The knell tolls thrice as each facet of paradise exeunt. Master or Slave? Do the wings of white mock me? Do the beasts of sin anticipate me? Am I such deserving? Has my mind been turned from that serene gate? Has the ground asundered for me? The mighty sisters three do they toy with me? Have I done the deed? Have I faltered so? Am I doing or only obeying? Can the night be forgiven? Can the sun shine once more? The sculptors do they see my true repentance? Was this atrocity done unto me? Was my resolve so set unknowingly? Am I thus gifted or cursed? Do my prayers resound in holy places? Do my intentions far outweigh? The kings on high do they show mercy? Has my soul grown so perverse? Has my life been so depraved? Am I so gone salvation is lost to me? Have I been abandoned by my keeper? Have I let my malice control me? The pinions of initiation are they forsaken from me? Did Atropos will my hand? Did I make my choice? A life for a life is it such for me? Fear Wild shadows streaming along the floor. Lost souls gaily gliding across the night. Wayward angels stalking behind the door. Heartless demons wandering the land. Tired travelers seeking refuge at the chamber portal. Weary warriors seeking everywhere for fresh blood. The knell tolls loudly shaking the walls. I breathe the stagnant air yet my chest does not rise. I touch the white velvet that seems to encase me; still I don't feel its soft warmth. I hear nothing where I should hear the constant rhythm. I think to myself "so this is what awaits a dead man's dream." |
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