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Child of Dust - Thrice
Posted April 18 | Leave a Comment
Dear prodigal, you are my son and I Supplied you not your spirit, but your shape. All Eden's weath arrayed before your eyes; I fathomed not you wanted to escape. And though I only ever gave you love, like every child you’ve chosen to rebel; uprooted flowers and filled the holes with blood; ask for not whom they toll the solemn bells. A child of dust to mother now return; for every seed must die before it grows. and though above the world may toil and turn, no prying spade will f… read more
Silver Wings - Thrice
Posted April 18 | Leave a Comment
From tender years you took me for granted But still I deign to wander through your lungs While You were sleeping solemnly in your bed (Your drapes were silver wings your shutters flung) I Drew the poison from the summer sting And eased the fire out of your fevered skin I Moved in you and stirred your soul to sing And if you let me I would move again I've danced with sunlit stands of lovers hair And formed the final words before your death I pitied you and piled your sails with ai… read more
Kings Upon the Main - Thrice
Posted January 17 | Leave a Comment
This lesson you'd do well not to forget. Your life could be the one its wisdom saves At sea, when you're beleaguered and beset, On every side by strife of wind and waves. Despite the best of maps and bravest men, For all their mighty names and massive forms, There'll never be and there has never been A ship or fleet secure against the storms. When kings upon the main have clung to pride, And held themselves as masters of the sea, I've held them down beneath the crushing tide T… read more
The Flame Deluge - Thrice
Posted January 17 | Leave a Comment
I feel that I was meant for something more, My curse, this awful power to unmake. And ever since you found your taste for war, You've forced me onto those whose lives you'd take. While Guernica in peaceful valley lay, And Dresden dreamed of anything but death, The day was turned to night, and night to day; You let me loose upon their fragile flesh. And so I hid among the smallest things; You found me there and ferried me above. The flame deluge is waiting in the wings; The smallest thread ho… read more
