In this veil of shadows under which we see the past, The memory exists but the thrill doesnt last
Shadow be thy name, Poetry be my sword
Got to thinking about it today, and i realised why the greatest danger to the self comes from the self. The one entity that can inflict ultimate unending torture upon the self comes from knowing the self and all its strengths and weaknesses. Now thats over, poem time:
Would that this release be granted by grace
Yet nowhere near is the end that will break these chains
Only the path that is beneath is clear
Both behind and ahead bathed in the unknown
This chance is worth the risk
Into Fates’ Embrace the tread is soothing
Let these shackles be wielded as a wisdom
And no longer as a restraint based on fear
Under the Veil of Twilight
Welcome All
If your reading this, and if you continue to, you will be welcoming yourself to a world of shadows, of the darkness and neverending night. Not a bad or evil place, just one free of harsh light, where we can be blinded to what is truly in front of us. Poetry, quoting, randomization, the arts of expanding thought by creating thought and hoping that at least one person will disagree because they just can. Even if the path that is walked is an old one, doesnt mean its the wrong one, or even the right one, its just the path on which i walk.
