Az "Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the sw 56 followers / 7.0k words
From the corner... dark. All yellowed teeth, leering eye. A thing designed.. to steal your mind, And break it all to shards. Then take what once was you, and feast upon your pieces.
Don't fret over the dross my boy, Its been there an age. Cluttered boxes filled with spare time, yet none of it brought anymore time than was wasted. all the things that keep the dark at bay, And the mind quite and safe
Twas me fadder he sat nigh me Hummin a low tune To mah wee mind its sounded ov scorn As well as fog cross de Moore Twere de first time I cam to it Dat grim Epiphany that thar was nothing but hate for me In the heart of me fadder
If time is a face on the water and we are a ripple in the ocean We kiss the earth We swim in strange waters We wash up on blood stained sheets and with a wail we walk again
The willow is weeping, Its Sonorous melody, plays the gallows tune. where all are still and silent. At the end of the rope the place we find When all the dancing is done
Sadly the man said In a casual tone "The mind is a funny thing. It can produce wonders beyond my conception. Yet as with all things the scale slides both ways. If given a knife and a hand to hold, the mind will surely consume the soul."