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| Lying in the sun is like a kiss from a rose ... |
Lying in the sun is like a kiss from a rose Feel the shelter, your mother is close Over the sea of secrets the laughter dances Take it by the hand, you couldn't get more chances I wrapped around me the coldness of death Burned and detestet, couldn't get one more breath And my soul began to cry for sweet pain Promised my Lord, I won't play that again Drown by seeing, suffocated on power Hidden into darkness, never saw the flower Black Rose of Darkness wave me Goodbye Preception of truth is only found in a lie The punishment of death is to die once again I die and I rise for the evil's domain Tale of all source lies in a baby's fist Home of the souls, how thy I've missed. Ellistra Landru, 1997 | ||||||||||||||||
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Kitiara, of all the days these days are rocked in dark and waiting in regret. The Clouns obscure the city as I write this, delaying thought and sunlight, as the streets hang between day and darkness. I have waited past all decision, past the heart in shadows to tell you this. In absences you grew more beautiful, more poisonous, you were an attarj of orchids in the swimming night, where passion, like a shark drawn down a bloodstream, murders for senses, only taste perserving, buckling into itself, finding the blood its own, a small wound fist, but as the shark unravels the belly tatters in the long throat's tunnel. And knowing this, the night still seems a richness, a gauntled of desires ending in peace, I would still be part of these allurements, and to my arms I would take in the darkness, blessed and renamed by pleasure; but the light, the light, my Kitiara, when the sun sprangles the rain-gorged sidewalks, and the oil from doused lamps rises in the sunstruck water, splintering the light to rainbows! I arise, and though the storm resettles on the city, I think of Sturm, Laurana, and the others, straight through the fog and cloudrack. How could I abandon these? And so into the shadow, and not your shadow but the eager grayness expecting light, I ride the storm away. The Everman | It's time for a story ... | ||||||||||||||||
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| F�r Dich mein Freund ... |
Einst kam der Wind und nahm mich mit auf seine Reise. Er zeigte mir sein Leben �ber den St�dten, Durch die H�user und den Bergen entlang. Und ich wollte sein wie Er. Doch fiel ich herab in den Fluss der tausend Tr�nen Und jede einzelne zeigte mir einen Schmerz, Den Mutter Erde beweinte. Meine Augen zerflossen mit dem Wasser Und Vater Sonne hob mich hinauf in die Himmel Zu den Monden und Sternen. Er trocknete die Traurigkeit auf meinem Gesicht Und mein Herz verschmolz mit seinem Feuer der Leidenschaft. Die Geister der Vergangenheit trugen mich zur�ck Unter den Baum der Kindheit Und liessen meine Gedanken frei. Der Gedanke an die Macht, die ich nun besass Und der ich unterworfen war, Sagte mir in jener Nacht, Dass nicht die Macht eines jenen gen�gte, Der das Feuer, das Wasser und den Wind in sich trug, Um mir jemals zu nehmen, Was Du mir gegeben hast. In forever Love Elli 1998 - an Leo | ||||||||||||||||
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