Notes, and poetry.
So, everyone in the house is sick, today is Ray's birthday, World of Warcraft has devoured my soul, and I hate my job.
Huzzah.
I have decided I am going to make another little writing journal for Phaelan. ( Some day, I'll update Mara's. )
Now, however, I am going to assault you with a poem I wrote some time ago, at work:
Were I a lesser creature--
weaker of resolve,
uncertain in my convictions--
I would have surrendered;
Succumb to your barrage,
Bowed out of the circle
and back into line.
Tantamount to suicide,
my pilgrimage established.
Yet, I persist.
Lamenting only once--
For your affection;
And bear your judgement
While grinding teeth
against the bit of happenstance.
Counsel unheeded,
I will always step foward,
drawing into the safety
Of my mecca,
And pursue the horizon;
Continuing the never-ending
Quest for "Home."
End-tag: Anyone else excited about Dirge of Cerberus?
Huzzah.
I have decided I am going to make another little writing journal for Phaelan. ( Some day, I'll update Mara's. )
Now, however, I am going to assault you with a poem I wrote some time ago, at work:
Were I a lesser creature--
weaker of resolve,
uncertain in my convictions--
I would have surrendered;
Succumb to your barrage,
Bowed out of the circle
and back into line.
Tantamount to suicide,
my pilgrimage established.
Yet, I persist.
Lamenting only once--
For your affection;
And bear your judgement
While grinding teeth
against the bit of happenstance.
Counsel unheeded,
I will always step foward,
drawing into the safety
Of my mecca,
And pursue the horizon;
Continuing the never-ending
Quest for "Home."
End-tag: Anyone else excited about Dirge of Cerberus?