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Unto Our Fallen Muse

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Sunday, February 20, 2005

THESE UNHAPPY TEARS ARE SHED BY OUR LONELY LADY:

Wherefore Art Thou Weeping?

Who gives solace unto these weeping ones, to dry their frightened eyes, and wash away their sorrows? What unknown and ethereal powers do conspire within this, our own chaotic universe, to produce such beguileing quirks of mystery and fate?

When will it be that distant hopeful day, for which we all have waited, that our wild and wayward thoughts may be given their true form? Where then could we be bound, finding freedom in the winds, which carry us beyond the simple boundaries made by mortal man?

Why have these weeping ones allowed those distant memories to fade, to proceed onward unawares, while forgotten is the gentle, once familiar whisper in the midst of the overwhelming dark? How have all these many tests and trials come now unto their bitter ends, that all might continue, not as it was, but altered by those weeping ones, who march so heedlessly through time?

Saturday, February 12, 2005

A SONG UNTO THE GLORY OF OUR VICTORIOUS BATTLEMAIDENS:

Acknowledging RISK as the True Calling
Of Every Aspiring Warrior Woman:

I have walked between the shadows
Of the dark and desperate human heart,
To discover that which drives them
Within their choice of where to start.

I have learned the subtle ways
Of cunning and deceits,
To uncover that which yields them
Unto these sad defeats.

I have clung unto my holdings
While keeping death at bay,
To survive unto the moment
When my set comes into play.

I have slaughtered all who would oppose me
Standing high above my seat,
To shortly show my lethal prowess,
Which I here shall now repeat.

I have routed mighty champions
From every corner of the land,
To watch them bow before me
Swearing fealty to my hand.

I have raised the vibrant colours of my standard
For each new strike across the board,
To unleash a twisted rein of terror
Which your waning legions can sadly ill-afford.

I have come unto this table
To speak of your all-too-certain doom:
"I came, I saw, I conquered,"
To depart, as I am able,
From the foes within this room."