April 14, 2011 - 9:41pm — Rutilus
from sacred lands of honey-smoke I come
to sacrifice my reign to things long gone
my prayer heard, my will be done, I see the earth beneath the sun
into the shattered shards of light I call upon you
the bluegrass summer air has faded all to black
my demi-god, my king, will break free of his shackles
tell me, tell me where's the lowly gratitude?
I never knew the truth 'til I turned back
the mares of night will gallop on, bringer of the lonely song
I look and find that no-one hears my splendid cry
speed away on eagle wings, to lands of gods and demi-kings
how do you live when all is born to die?
'from sacred lands of honey
I know this is all serious and such, but something in that line just made me laugh.
I like this.
:'D Nothing wrong with a
Thanks. ♥
This may sound odd, but when
I probably sound insane. XD;
Your mental voice is perfect.