The depth of death lies with thee and thy lord; spring of doom held in caress and sorrow. I weep for day, I weep for the narrow, and every morning shine the lord’s dark swords. Strumming the cries of a hundred raged hordes, our song almost sung, our tunes on arrow, with voices here today,Read more

Bright as day, dark as night, being lives on. Wisdom and passion, thy soul cannot bear; Fervor blooms vivid, smoke fills the warm air — View has turned: fearful duck to fearless swan! Oh, joy! She clutches me hither and yon: Tightrope and trampoline raise me midair. Behold! The beauty of the unaware: Liberty toRead more