To see such milk-cream skin in stone of
Fire and blood and serendipity
From a land of thunder and silence to be revealed –
The eternal twilight of a flawless skin
In such moments are men snapped and concealed
To test the stillness of Milo, She appeared
Roughly as poetic as a bag of smashed arseholes.
Scribble back.
Scribble back.
Sunday, 22 August 2010
Saturday, 21 August 2010
5. To those of us with too much time on our hands
Two great halls, stood
As bare-knuckle boxers in the ring
Overlooking a land of lush-greenery
A shadow cast on by mortal hand
Decades have spent, and Chaos rolls on
As dislike has grown to a feud unending
Two mad men in their houses of blind hate
Warped and consumed by Fortune neglecting
Never has such a testament been seen
To the power of ivy-ash ignorance
Of each other, their people and their dominance
As the two halls usurped by two twin brothers
As bare-knuckle boxers in the ring
Overlooking a land of lush-greenery
A shadow cast on by mortal hand
Decades have spent, and Chaos rolls on
As dislike has grown to a feud unending
Two mad men in their houses of blind hate
Warped and consumed by Fortune neglecting
Never has such a testament been seen
To the power of ivy-ash ignorance
Of each other, their people and their dominance
As the two halls usurped by two twin brothers
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