Friday, April 24, 2009

THE THIRTEENTH NOTE

GREEN GRASSES FLOWIN IN THE HORIZON,
SUN SHINES AMIDST THE CLOUD AND ZION,
SERENADE OF EROS N PSYCHE ENCHANTS THE MOONLIGHT,
LIKE A SYLPH'S ESSENCE FEEBLES THE MIGHTIEST'S MIGHT,
VOYAGE TO FIND THE ATTAR OF THE IMMORTALS,
WHERE DAY N LIGHT,GALE NEVER ALTERS.

CHORUS:
THE CHASM OF LIFE,THE ANNALS OF SPIRIT,
ELUDES MY AVARICE OF BEING DISCRETE,
SEEKING THE FRAGRANCE OF ETERNITY,
BESTOWING THYSELF WITH MALIGNITY,
EYEING to EDUCE THE THIRTEENTH NOTE,
CREATION OF AN OBNOXIOUS RIOT,
MAGIC OF THE FRAGRANCE UNFOLDS,
ONLY TO CLAIM LIFE OF UNTOLDS.


THE CREEK OF TURMOIL,BURNS DOWN TO OIL,
THE UNDETERRED SPIRIT,MOULDS DOWN TO SOIL,
TO ACQUIRE THE FINEST OF SCENT,
ASCENT TO HEAP OF DEATH FOR THIS CONQUEST,
FINE CHASTE WOMEN SACRIFICED TO THE CAUSE,
TILL TIME DISCOVERED MY OWN PERFUME'S LOSS.

1 comment:

  1. the way u put up the whole story is one of the most beautiful art i've ever come across..

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