Figure on the hill,
the vast and dark;
heinous conqueror
with single, vaulted eye.
That common passing mark
a whitish spear
who often in the morning
passed unheard.
Color in the walls,
the tangent all of space;
and I most meet
and he the thrilling knight.
Braggart of the ears,
where sleepest thou,
an curvature would bite
that runs upon the steely edge of wit?
In this repose, and let no man declaim
that music cannot work the bones of fame.
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 9:18 PM UTC
Figure on the hill,
the vast and dark;
heinous conqueror
with single, vaulted eye.
That common passing mark
a whitish spear
who often in the morning
passed unheard.
Color in the walls,
the tangent all of space;
and I most meet
and he the thrilling knight.
Braggart of the ears,
where sleepest thou,
an curvature would bite
that runs upon the steely edge of wit?
In this repose, and let no man declaim
that music cannot work the bones of fame.
© Cody Edwards 2010