Tuesday, January 11, 2005

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Riddle tiddle with a fiddle
cant stop thinking idle...

it is but a Sadder day to know what i know...
is it A ruse? the illusion of This endowment?
deceived i have been of l'ate.
in my mind's tired longing for rest
i have been this folly's fool

of missing hours and
shadows come and gone

if i had all the gold i couldn't buy time
for the past is done but its pieces remain.
i have heard your tales, far and true,
but there is that silence in your eyes
the brewing storm of secrets hide!

where have you been abound
in a tavern or inn, in a house of commons?

"Does one have to lie to be a liar,"
asked the master to the slave,
"or is honesty a priviledge to only those who ask?"
high is your brow and back turned
an inflection in your voice, anger mayhaps?

the rouge of a prince, a damsel in distress
the blind princess in a black dress

the token remains in its cloud of doubt
and the song that remains is sad
Alas! no death is natural to love
in choking laughter of this mockery
I offer my faith lest the mystery

Goddess Morwen at 9:24 AM