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Predecessor of the morning hour Bleeding through the gilded fringes that hang aloft in the wood Breeze withheld its embraced dower Humid casements held where I stood The singeing lash did not come Caged o’er the ridge Melancholia, and the sky did shun Ebon armada sent all the cavalry Halberdiers and lancers, to contend a bitter rivalry The brooding cataract washed And I could only run Towards pale shades and curtain rods Towards uncertain suns On the backs of Titans, the shoulder of Atlas my flight took rest Before I, the ashen dome expands. As though at my behest And through the slaughter, the fray(!) A presence of the light of day Through the flush pillars And fell beasts of rain The bones of its enemies Could be seen Naked, exposed by eye so tiny and wan Dispersed, did they Frightened by valor of dawn
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
Valleys of Rivers in the Sky
Predecessor of the morning hour Bleeding through the gilded fringes that hang aloft in the wood Breeze withheld its embraced dower Humid casements held where I stood The singeing lash did not come Caged o’er the ridge Melancholia, and the sky did shun Ebon armada sent all the cavalry Halberdiers and lancers, to contend a bitter rivalry The brooding cataract washed And I could only run Towards pale shades and curtain rods Towards uncertain suns On the backs of Titans, the shoulder of Atlas my flight took rest Before I, the ashen dome expands. As though at my behest And through the slaughter, the fray(!) A presence of the light of day Through the flush pillars And fell beasts of rain The bones of its enemies Could be seen Naked, exposed by eye so tiny and wan Dispersed, did they Frightened by valor of dawn
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
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