FACELESSnotBASSLESS
01-18-2006, 10:19 PM
Though clouds are often jealous,
And stars secrete sick sounds,
I wake to sounds of reveille,
And pine for the profound.
Though fear’s six seats from nowhere,
And meters East of Hell,
I dread the fact that I’m afraid,
Of Absentia’s lovely knell.
Though change is next to Godliness,
As labyrinths are to Grace,
I find I return to Morella’s grave,
(Though my steps I can’t retrace.)
Though men in crowds are creatures,
Though creatures are alone,
Though I bow to his Excellency,
‘Although’ will never show…
And stars secrete sick sounds,
I wake to sounds of reveille,
And pine for the profound.
Though fear’s six seats from nowhere,
And meters East of Hell,
I dread the fact that I’m afraid,
Of Absentia’s lovely knell.
Though change is next to Godliness,
As labyrinths are to Grace,
I find I return to Morella’s grave,
(Though my steps I can’t retrace.)
Though men in crowds are creatures,
Though creatures are alone,
Though I bow to his Excellency,
‘Although’ will never show…