Triskele
12-21-2006, 12:43 AM
well, slightly reminisce of Bob Marley, although i aspire not to such a level of talent. Voulez vous un poem?
Exodus
Hawks vision pierces the early mists of an Avalon morn. The elegant streamers of gold glide the horizon, heralding the new day with fiery flags of light. Almost real the dream of a nation yet mist hides the truth. They are too blind to see, heavens rays glare into the eyes of unworthy pupils, students too brown to see the gold of their soul. Who dares know the dream? Only he of the flashing brown eyes, the glints of hidden jewels that betray the truth, only he of the thunder voice, of the mighty gray beard, of heaven sent messages that sting, so awesome are they, that their prize pains the soul with its light. The perfect day, the one-hour of an honest sight, the first gaze of a nation, forever burdened with sky-white eyes. The dream can come true, but it would end our lives, our wish can come true, but then… we wish no more
Exodus
Hawks vision pierces the early mists of an Avalon morn. The elegant streamers of gold glide the horizon, heralding the new day with fiery flags of light. Almost real the dream of a nation yet mist hides the truth. They are too blind to see, heavens rays glare into the eyes of unworthy pupils, students too brown to see the gold of their soul. Who dares know the dream? Only he of the flashing brown eyes, the glints of hidden jewels that betray the truth, only he of the thunder voice, of the mighty gray beard, of heaven sent messages that sting, so awesome are they, that their prize pains the soul with its light. The perfect day, the one-hour of an honest sight, the first gaze of a nation, forever burdened with sky-white eyes. The dream can come true, but it would end our lives, our wish can come true, but then… we wish no more