Dregs
03-10-2005, 04:02 AM
Dark is the sky of our homecoming
Poisonous be the harvest
Yet the children eat without question
Monsters that steal truth and virginity
Monsters from the deserts far beyond
Deserts infinite and wide
Deserts of the doors' opposite side
weariless was the monsters' journey
Nonchalantly they pushed against the resistance of the breeze
For they rode not with the breeze
And followed no straight path
The gates opened at the commandment of their spell
A spell more powerful as the first sun, yet as powerless as the seventh
They received their following from no hypnotism
But from the spirit within the children
The spirit of life, the spirit of the all
The villagers grew fearful, fearful and jealous of such a power
Jealous of the deflourement of the other children into their adulthood
Persecute, attack, and bring down the monsters the villagers did....
Only to disover that their perceived darkness was light in some foreign form
Now lay the firestarters in their own deflourement amidst also their guilt
Learning the ways of the ancient...The ways of the infinite....
Learning the true base of the soul
Learning to step into the shadow
But amidst all the renaissance there were those that never learned..
Never reborn...Never to ever live forever
Those confined by their own false ether
Victims of the tragedy...The tragedy of the soul
After the smoke cleared the villagers buried their siblings in their new Earth...Only to forget...Forget of new ways and remember those of old....
To relive the tragedy once again....Victims of their own false, nightmarish ether.
What do you guys think? I'm pretty proud of it. Please feel free to tell me what you think it means or your perception of the symbolism, plot, and meaning of it.
Poisonous be the harvest
Yet the children eat without question
Monsters that steal truth and virginity
Monsters from the deserts far beyond
Deserts infinite and wide
Deserts of the doors' opposite side
weariless was the monsters' journey
Nonchalantly they pushed against the resistance of the breeze
For they rode not with the breeze
And followed no straight path
The gates opened at the commandment of their spell
A spell more powerful as the first sun, yet as powerless as the seventh
They received their following from no hypnotism
But from the spirit within the children
The spirit of life, the spirit of the all
The villagers grew fearful, fearful and jealous of such a power
Jealous of the deflourement of the other children into their adulthood
Persecute, attack, and bring down the monsters the villagers did....
Only to disover that their perceived darkness was light in some foreign form
Now lay the firestarters in their own deflourement amidst also their guilt
Learning the ways of the ancient...The ways of the infinite....
Learning the true base of the soul
Learning to step into the shadow
But amidst all the renaissance there were those that never learned..
Never reborn...Never to ever live forever
Those confined by their own false ether
Victims of the tragedy...The tragedy of the soul
After the smoke cleared the villagers buried their siblings in their new Earth...Only to forget...Forget of new ways and remember those of old....
To relive the tragedy once again....Victims of their own false, nightmarish ether.
What do you guys think? I'm pretty proud of it. Please feel free to tell me what you think it means or your perception of the symbolism, plot, and meaning of it.