----- Last Rites -----
And when the Last of ^Us^ Falls,
Dead in one of your endless, bloody battles,
Will you then Mourn ^Our^ passing -
the Loss of an entire ^Race^ Gifted to thine aid?
Know then, mortal:
^We^ Stood ^Our^ Ground `til the Last:
and as ^We^ Pass, Remember ^Us^,
as ^Those^ Who Walked Time itself,
and risked ^Our Immortal Souls^,
that yours,
so much Lesser, may Live.
^Uyraell^
09/22/2006
Sept, 22.
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----- ^Winged^ -----
those seemingly pitiless, whiteless eyes,
those full, generous lips,
covering seemingly cruel fangs,
those hands, so capable of rending -
or such exquisite caresses,
Aye, all these things and more,
The Love that is thy ^Being^,
tight-focussed,
Thus Power - raw, serving, devoted :
Love.
^Uyraell^
07/15/2006,
July, 15.
