BlackDragonSoul
07-02-2001, 02:02 AM
The dominant soul,
That flows fierce some and free,
Presence extends onward,
As far as the mind can see.
To its will with grace,
The world shall bend,
Much like the small fern,
In the great wind.
Or to the wise and vast,
Knowledge of wonder,
The corruption of sin,
And that from down under.
Of life and love,
Doth mine eyes view,
Yet, now it has swayed,
Something sad, quite blue.
Not so much, as to,
Tarry my dreams,
But still it remains,
And lingers it seems.
To what do I owe,
Such things as these,
Thoughts of pain,
Simultaneous ease.:splat:
That flows fierce some and free,
Presence extends onward,
As far as the mind can see.
To its will with grace,
The world shall bend,
Much like the small fern,
In the great wind.
Or to the wise and vast,
Knowledge of wonder,
The corruption of sin,
And that from down under.
Of life and love,
Doth mine eyes view,
Yet, now it has swayed,
Something sad, quite blue.
Not so much, as to,
Tarry my dreams,
But still it remains,
And lingers it seems.
To what do I owe,
Such things as these,
Thoughts of pain,
Simultaneous ease.:splat: