Monday, November 22, 2004
Epilogue
The purblind, moribound Neo,
hung insouciantly, listless,
almost in a crucified
way. There was glorious triumph.
but... lament... it was over.
Time fades into oblivion,
as I count the myraid stars,(that)
embellish the velvet skies;
drawing circles that have no,
and will never ever end.
Dawn comes, my Scherzo's been played,
and my burning stars be burnt.
My play has ended its run,
the stage has something novel,
and nobler to begin with.
58 chapters bounded,
by a chthonic realm below.
Then, there comes a new chapter,
that is spared of Cerebus'
voluble and fetid tounge...
It begins now.
So...what is installed for a arrogant lil' poet like me?
A beat. A bit. Harder.
-Grins-
cuRRent...jer
Inspiration...Sadness...and whatever life takes
Be back with December entries ;)
¶ 1:09 am
The purblind, moribound Neo,
hung insouciantly, listless,
almost in a crucified
way. There was glorious triumph.
but... lament... it was over.
Time fades into oblivion,
as I count the myraid stars,
embellish the velvet skies;
drawing circles that have no,
and will never ever end.
Dawn comes, my Scherzo's been played,
and my burning stars be burnt.
My play has ended its run,
the stage has something novel,
and nobler to begin with.
58 chapters bounded,
by a chthonic realm below.
Then, there comes a new chapter,
that is spared of Cerebus'
voluble and fetid tounge...
It begins now.
So...what is installed for a arrogant lil' poet like me?
A beat. A bit. Harder.
-Grins-
cuRRent...jer
Inspiration...Sadness...and whatever life takes
Be back with December entries ;)
¶ 1:09 am
