12-02-2013, 05:17 AM
RE:Beneath the ShadowFall Edit 1. true, beaufort, gilmored
Look lest you loose your sight and die
before the leaf falls gold to ground;
when breath becomes elixir
that takes the old to make the new.
Beneath the pointillistic rug,
deep-piled and dank on sleeping earth
the creeping, seeking seeds send out
ten thousand tendrilled, pallid threads.
Each strand, though blind, will meet the day
with joyful blush of verdant hue!
From out of locked life-sentence, freed.
Up, up to raise the flags anew!
Do not gaze up to crimson crowns
against the strangeness of chill air;
blue never can describe the sky
that brings such ache to autumned eyes.
We cry our tears to beg for time
that misting distance brings to sight;
best look beneath the shadow-fall,
the nearer to new coming life.
original
tectak Wrote:
Look lest you loose your sight and die
before the leaf falls gold to ground;
when breath becomes an elixir
that takes the old to make the new.
Beneath the pointillistic rug,
deep-piled and dank on sleeping earth
the creeping, seeking seeds send out
a trillion tendrilled, pallid threads.
Each strand, though blind, will meet the day
with joyful blush of verdant hue!
From out of locked life-sentence, freed!
Up, up to raise the flags again.
So gaze upon the crimson crowns
against the strangeness of chill air;
blue never can describe the ache
which winter skies bring autumned eyes.
We cry the tears to beg for time
that misting distance brings to sight;
best look beneath the shadow-fall
the nearer to new coming life.
tectak Drumlanrig 2013
Look lest you loose your sight and die
before the leaf falls gold to ground;
when breath becomes elixir
that takes the old to make the new.
Beneath the pointillistic rug,
deep-piled and dank on sleeping earth
the creeping, seeking seeds send out
ten thousand tendrilled, pallid threads.
Each strand, though blind, will meet the day
with joyful blush of verdant hue!
From out of locked life-sentence, freed.
Up, up to raise the flags anew!
Do not gaze up to crimson crowns
against the strangeness of chill air;
blue never can describe the sky
that brings such ache to autumned eyes.
We cry our tears to beg for time
that misting distance brings to sight;
best look beneath the shadow-fall,
the nearer to new coming life.
original
tectak Wrote:
Look lest you loose your sight and die
before the leaf falls gold to ground;
when breath becomes an elixir
that takes the old to make the new.
Beneath the pointillistic rug,
deep-piled and dank on sleeping earth
the creeping, seeking seeds send out
a trillion tendrilled, pallid threads.
Each strand, though blind, will meet the day
with joyful blush of verdant hue!
From out of locked life-sentence, freed!
Up, up to raise the flags again.
So gaze upon the crimson crowns
against the strangeness of chill air;
blue never can describe the ache
which winter skies bring autumned eyes.
We cry the tears to beg for time
that misting distance brings to sight;
best look beneath the shadow-fall
the nearer to new coming life.
tectak Drumlanrig 2013