The wind blows, a wolf cries, From the skies, the moon shall shine. A gentle flame, a drop of dew, The soul is temperate, of thoughts anew. To one, another, to two, not one, The darkness- embrace, the light- entreats. A balance of two, two halves of one, A void of null, an earth- begun. To have a heart not obsolete, A treasure indeed, a treasure to keep. An angel, nay- a devil thee, Find a light, in the darkness to be.
spheal 000 · Sun Oct 19, 2008 @ 01:10am · 0 Comments |