From the ether she doth speak,
mouth to mouth,
tounge in cheek,
bound by rythms,
and starlight flame,
around the sigils,
and ancient name...
bound by tomes,
and bleeding sage...
bound by light
and prophetic rage
Let the seekers seek,
and the blessed find
Let the warm ones engage,
and the cold ones bind.
Let the black light rythms reverberate...
Your own strengths
that shall await.















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~Ravyn
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It's not a promise 'til it's scrawled in ink.
I'm moving! My new account is ~line-in-the-sand; hope to see you there!
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"Everything just feels like rain... the roads we're on... the things we crave..."
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"I saw this field that grew perfection, full of things you do..." -Boxcarracer: "Watch The World"
"Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess what is seen during a moment."
-Carl Sandburg
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I love your comments and your textures
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"Everything just feels like rain... the roads we're on... the things we crave..."
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¯`★ Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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