Sombre Absurdité
O grand giants of Gath in grotesque graves,
will ye dread the deer that dance in your lays?
Does and bucks do the dead ye not revere?
And the dark dense depths do ye truly fear?
O grand giants of Gath in grotesque graves,
will ye dread the deer that dance in your lays?
Does and bucks do the dead ye not revere?
And the dark dense depths do ye truly fear?
eyes like fire
and heart like frost
mind of mire
soul exhaust
Impaléd thrice doth blood flow. ‘For man which doth cause all woe!’
Read More…to leave reality
and sty to fantasy
Oh the bliss of slumber
‘tis jovial wonder!
Who am I to thee draw nigh?
and who am I that thou wouldst die?
What have mine hands wrought? Light away and darkness brought? Am I become mad? Alack, mine hands are red clad?
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Read MoreThe dreamless state be a mighty foe. /
O good Lord do grant it a great below; /
Send forth thy ministers of fierce flame /
Impatience is a poison. /
‘Tis a cloud that covers wit. /
It converts sense to chaos /
And teareth cool temp’rance down.
There is a woman in a distant land, Far in the forests of Acadia, Who possesseth both beauty and wisdom. The locks of her hair are fabulous flames
Read MoreO the silence was loud, nay, blaring /
Whereupon every sound thereafter /
could only be likened to thunder /
Alack the torture of frozen time! /
and the ardent boredom of black night!