‘Arson’,
Cries the enslaved gunpowder path ,
That bridged our realms , of love and lust;
For beyond the rubbles , of Cupid’s wrath,
We are but orphan specks of dust.
So now,
Dwell we in the realms ,of those forgotten,
And to every legend , vanquished by rust,
Remind with verses bold , bitter but seldom rotten,
That We are but orphan specks of dust .
For every silent ballad
Raging in distant lands ;
For every broken dream
Swallowed in temporal sands;
For every dewdrop that will never burst ;
We are but orphan specks of dust .
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
‘Arson’,
Cries the enslaved gunpowder path ,
That bridged our realms , of love and lust;
For beyond the rubbles , of Cupid’s wrath,
We are but orphan specks of dust.
So now,
Dwell we in the realms ,of those forgotten,
And to every legend , vanquished by rust,
Remind with verses bold , bitter but seldom rotten,
That We are but orphan specks of dust .
For every silent ballad
Raging in distant lands ;
For every broken dream
Swallowed in temporal sands;
For every dewdrop that will never burst ;
We are but orphan specks of dust .
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