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A light shineth in darkness, and the darkness comprehindeth it not.
In honor of my beloved Ma the Terminator, who is not long for the Earth as she has been diagnosed with days left…stoically facing the end, she is the most courageous woman I have ever know.
She isn’t leaving: I just won’t have her voice anymore.
I have become her voice.
The Crossroads (The Weeping Shadow: Life Behind the Wall Vol. IV)
Once upon a windswept plane that once grew green but now knows rain,
This rain forever in my heart runs cold as ice; we drift apart while I stay here and you roam there, yet still I seek you everywhere to find your face and only see the Weeping Shadows laugh at me.
They cackle like Hyenaspawn and bring my tears from dusk till dawn; reminders of that empty place where shimmers of you dance and race away from me; all I have left is knowledge of just how bereft of what we were and could have been I am, and truly all within say one damned thing and nothing more: I lost us both to one closed door.
My veins run cold with icy loss because of what the Reaper cost not you but me, for here I stand to fall and rise and understand that you are with a legion warm and still I’m standing in my storm.
Forever Gale stings at my flesh; you tend a garden ripe and fresh but I know rainfall, howling cold; when Earth was young this pain was old.
It is the pain of bloodlines gone and bloodlines marching on and on remembering their fallen tribes who speak still through their ghostly vibes; their voices carry through the ages; Saviours and Saints and Sages; Emperors and Fallen Kings who lived for Earth and Earthly things; Witches, Wizards, Lords and Ladies, venerating Zeus and Hades and the Gods of Pantheon and Goddesses who carry on in tending death and feeding life from where they keep both Throne and Scythe.
Knowing that you shine on me from somewhere deep in history of futures passed and pasts to come reminds me I am of the sum which feeds all living death to follow; to know you are leaves me less hollow: Segregated, we’ll unite for gracious goodness and the Light.
Sweet Home by the Chariot to you I’ll ride but not just yet: My fight is here so still I fight, but you will be my star tonight, and in the dark I’ll wish on you; I know you’ll somehow make it true because my wish is strength to stand and wage my wars and to withstand the legions of the buffetings and all those lonesome lingerings, and in the end your heart is mine and mine is yours, so I’ll be fine.
Very beautiful thank you dear brother.
I know this if off topic but I’m looking into starting
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I’m assuming having a blog like yours would cost a pretty penny?
I’m not very web savvy so I’m not 100% positive. Any tips or
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