In a world as dark as blood and india ink,
Opening your eyes is like striking a match
Visible in the deepest pit, from the highest peak
In this magical land of philosophy and heroes
Where shades walk through the doors of your eyes
Into the dark dark world at the end of the age.
Like sparks rising from a desperately hot but dying fire
Old souls return over aeons of flight through space
To spend a few seconds, a few years, a few pages among us
Buy books as you would buy gold and silver
Be the spark rising from the dying fire at the end of this world
Be the fiercely burning torch in the oily night
Be bright even if brief, beloved of the gods
Be the light in a whole world of darkness
In any way, form, or avenue
Be .
At the edge of the light
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Naga_Fireball
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At the edge of the light
Brotherhood falls asunder at the touch of fire!
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin
Not coloured like his own, and having power
To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause
Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
~William Cowper
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin
Not coloured like his own, and having power
To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause
Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
~William Cowper