Arania
01-04-2007, 06:10 PM
The reciprocal of time is
Fleeting too quickly.
Dull, dark shadows that
Crawl through the windows
Entreat you come towards
The wealth of the world.
Quiet, sad, begging of
Hidden ambition's dead
Mother and barren
Lands' chocolate skies
Embrace something lost
In defiance of earth.
The old, weary fallen are suck'ling rare
Life from young love's sweet
Breast. They quiet corruption
That has gone far too far
In the shadows of day
In which we so boastfully reign.
And also where sadly we hide
Children's faces that musefully weep for all
That is real, then bend
(As expected) to something more envied
And thus, become citizens
Of our precious world.
Fleeting too quickly.
Dull, dark shadows that
Crawl through the windows
Entreat you come towards
The wealth of the world.
Quiet, sad, begging of
Hidden ambition's dead
Mother and barren
Lands' chocolate skies
Embrace something lost
In defiance of earth.
The old, weary fallen are suck'ling rare
Life from young love's sweet
Breast. They quiet corruption
That has gone far too far
In the shadows of day
In which we so boastfully reign.
And also where sadly we hide
Children's faces that musefully weep for all
That is real, then bend
(As expected) to something more envied
And thus, become citizens
Of our precious world.