Beyond the thunderous clouds the blood that falls from open wounds
Beyond the shadows of old oaks and the turbulence of gray oceans
Beyond the sighs of the slaves and the sunless forest of the north
Beyond the soil of the moist earth and the inevitability of decay
Beyond that, the endless mysteries beyond the vast emptiness I feel within my soul there is only more road more path winding on and on forever.
...~Scyhn~... · Mon Mar 06, 2006 @ 01:04am · 0 Comments |