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"Joined eternally by She who cared to avert Your Fated Destiny- O Hesperian King- With vows and divine witness She quenched our lusty thirst. United by tainted Light, in the wretched womb Of Evil- O black cave! O a thousand times accursed! Enchanted deceiver! A pretentious cloak you Wore—woven in red lust, Green jealousy and a False golden naïveté. Like the poisoned Eden Fruit, your sweet skin-shelter- Tempted my soul. To taste The flesh... Alas! for your Rotten core. It held naught but Faithless hope, deluded Visions of happiness. A pawn of immortal Fancies I became, then. Great warrior king, mighty Progenitor of m

Under the sweltering sun They cower before your fierce stature. In stoic magnificence you lead the Minions in a land of untouched Savagery. Your chiseled physique epitomizes the Malevolent strength forged in the heart of battle- The Heart of Darkness. Calculating eyes reflect rapturous Desire for an illicit honour; for the captivating Power. Unbeknownst to a world of crumpets, Disregarded by Lords (or, rather, buttonholes) You wave your bronzéd staff in opposition to spurious Civilization. Such a thing- to be worshipped, to be enslaved, and to then relinquish all primeval Humanity to Chevelies and Chilterns; to frivolous Seaso

Rush, rush, rush No time for here or now Always lookin' ahead (Tryin' not to look back). Roses have lost their scent for Nobody stops to smell them. Time flies by, age comes swiftly; Death comes at last: Time is a missed luxury. Yet a land remains where stories take centuries to become legends And every second that fills the day is spent seizin' it Where the leaves take all autumn to change color And roses still retain their sweet perfume. Here time enriches everythin' it touches: The ale, the people, love. Here, a moment for a surge of emotion is ne'er neglected- Be it happiness, rage, or sorrow. Here, is a place where time

An Unanswerable Question? One might never know what it is that attracts such large numbers here. Perhaps it is the thirst for knowledge or maybe the intoxicating medley of scents of Starbuck's coffee and book pages. But whatever it maybe, without fail, everyday the grandmas, fathers, brothers, aunts and students walk, linger or rush through this immense building teeming with information in every corner. Passing idly through, the young man notices the comfortable chairs, worn in perfectly from the thousands of previous bored children sitting to rest their feet whilst their parents shopped and the focused students studying tirelessly for their

She sat knitting— The needles composing an orchestra of Creation: under, over, around: each pearled knot adding to the story, the history. Eyes—unblinking: Bountiful with altruism. Mirroring the traces of Iris. around, over, under—knot. The fragmentary phrase Abruptly Ended with: Celtic green, cerulean blue. C on fus I o n, chaos, futility of independent though. Then clarity: crackle of a smile, twinkle of the eyes. Fluent phrase… comprehended by two; why not all? Convergence of two hearts: finishing one Creation After another. A healed heart, as fitted puzzle pieces. Together perpetually. More comprehensive than

The Maverick carries his feet, as he carries his burden. Reluctantly, stubbornly with a perfidiousness in his heart. Steadily, one foot in front of the other: Right, left, right… Never faltering When right became left, and left became his knee.   Kneeling, palms in the snow frozen and blue: Like his heart. The crunch of snow in the effort to rise, reverberated unnaturally. "Would you like a hand, sir?" A young man, of small burdens, and reflective eyes looked down upon the   back-laden soul. The Maverick, held out his hand, reaching over the black fortifications         Of worries and fears of years gone by. "No, sir. A ha