[ reign ]

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?
MickKreiger's picture

'from sacred lands of honey

'from sacred lands of honey smoke'

I know this is all serious and such, but something in that line just made me laugh.

I like this.
--Mick--

:'D Nothing wrong with a

:'D Nothing wrong with a giggle.

Thanks. ♥
Pegasicorn's picture

This may sound odd, but when

This may sound odd, but when I read something, I come up with a mental voice that says the words in my mind. For this, I get one that seems aged and weathered, but not old, if that makes sense. I can almost feel the voice even.
I probably sound insane. XD;

Your mental voice is perfect.

Your mental voice is perfect. ♥