for jephie

Aug 28, 2006 01:16

Deep within the womb of time,
a creature thus be born.
The seed of life is united with,
the egg of tyranny.
Gestates forth from within the womb of life,
for three-quarter and nigh a year.
The creature thus be born!
The creature thus be formed!
And ye of years...
25 bells
Will chime!
When the heavens open up,
and drink from the silver cup.
The creature thus be born!
And blow the magic horn!
To alert the spirit deep within the cycle of life.
The creature has begun it's journey deep forlorn,
upon this day which he be formed.
In the sea of mucus the spirit rides down from the mountain,
and unites with the creature in the womb.
A holy union, dark mortality, until the dark mortality
breaks the chain of life.
The creature thus be born.
And every year raineth down the celebratory tears,
A celebration of the years,
from mere mortal sky.
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