Solitude stands on the precipes of misfortune
as the crowds form behind his vanity
they want locks of his hair
some even want his underwear
yet he shivers and shakes
just one more step does he need to take
then down he will go
showing them how
to transmogrify
from life of the living
to the soul of being
light splinters with his wings outstretched
yet he closes them again to gain more speed
head long he goes into oblivion
his fanatics out of reach of him
destiny calls only once in a life time
and when called, heed it's voice
for time makes follies of indirection
if you know not the voice of God
and the laughter of Love
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC
Solitude stands on the precipes of misfortune
as the crowds form behind his vanity
they want locks of his hair
some even want his underwear
yet he shivers and shakes
just one more step does he need to take
then down he will go
showing them how
to transmogrify
from life of the living
to the soul of being
light splinters with his wings outstretched
yet he closes them again to gain more speed
head long he goes into oblivion
his fanatics out of reach of him
destiny calls only once in a life time
and when called, heed it's voice
for time makes follies of indirection
if you know not the voice of God
and the laughter of Love
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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