And slay that Dragon,
Fafnir, who guards his Gold; bathe
in his Blood and shine!
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And slay that Dragon,
Fafnir, who guards his Gold; bathe
in his Blood and shine!
in his blood and shine
he did well to perform
but yet he breathes not
But yet he breathes not,
as his blood spills fluidly
from his major wounds.
From his major wounds
his knees give way, his breath short
his words are his last
his words are his last—
and words last beyond those whom
have said them—deathless
Have said them - deathless,
Eternal, infinite be
Those words, though lifeless.
Very nice atiguhya.
Those words, though lifeless,
Doric enclaves wrought with pen,
shelter emotions.
Shelter emotions
Weathery feelings windswept
Through the comfort zone
Thanks IP.
Through the comfort zone
A cloudless sky looms above
The road unforeseen
The road unforeseen
I crawl beneathe my bed, ha.
to see my doll.
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Uncle Pen: Your picture lookes so... So uncle-y. :p
to see my doll walk,
I will have portrait painted
by my own Artist...
http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...ane/Artist.gif
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Thank you...My Artist, Uncle Pen
By my own artist
I have been thrown over thorns
No pity He has!
No pity He has,
that damns flightless birds to walk
wings folded aside.
wings folded aside
neon glow in nature's robe
tropic spectacle.
tropic spectacle
though icy eyes behold it
a lukewarm result