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Wintertime nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
Twice no one dies.

Flower-petals flee;
But since it once hath been,
No more that severing scene
Can harrow me.

Birds faint in dread:
I shall not lose old strength
In the lone frost’s black length:
Strength long since fled!

Leaves freeze to dun;
But friends cannot turn cold
This season as of old
For him with none.

Tempests may scath;
But love cannot make smart
Again this year his heart
Who no heart hath.

Black is night’s cope;
But death will not appal
One, who past doubtings all,
Waits in unhope.

oh you bringer of glad tides
His most ultimate of prides
if all of creation couldn't lie
they'd all be puttin' ye high

oh you speaker of the truth
His all of messenger's roof
if none of words could give
the worths of how ye'd live

oh you the defined example
His divine very own sample
if guidance would be ample
what'll save us the trample

oh you saviour of mankind
His mercy on deaf 'n' blind
if we ignorant can't display
what's 'tween night 'n' day

oh you the light upon light
His avail with which ignite
if the darkness will prevail
what track wouldn't derail

oh you guide upon the path
His only way without scath
if the wrath is kept hidden
what door will be forbidden

oh you holder of the heavenly key
His knowledge 'n' secrets to ye be

so to get back at this sinner's plea
oh you would ye please rescue me


..assalaato assalaamo alayka ya Sayyidi...!


..salawaat'Ullahi wa salaamahu alayhi wa aalihi wa sahbihi...!


..love always...*


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 19/06/1436
Leo Mar 2015
War
Our flames burn high
The war has only begun
Our fire will not die
The battle under the sun

We rage on
Hold steadily our place
Raising our flags at dawn
And with honor the fight we face

As we ignite our wrath
We as one unite
With done the great scath
Onward forever we fight
Lerato May 2015
Cara, I'll love you from afar.
I'll love you from here.

Cara, don't you worry,
my love is fierce enough to reach you.
It'll melt away the Igloo house built around your soul.

As the hatred melts away,
I want a fire to be born within you.

Cara, it must burn just as fiercely as mine.
Maybe even more.

But it isn't me that you love,
and that's okay.

My job is just to love you,
you do not need to love me back.

And because of that,
I'll walk away. Further and further away from you.

But rest assured, the fire still burns.
And the love you feel will scath you.

By the time you look up, Cara, I'll be gone.
Ill be gone but the fire will still be lit.
Cara in Italian means beloved. I find myself riding on other languages sometimes... :)
Ekaterina Vorona Jul 2018
Humanity craves a certain fire
Not for heat and light, but for company
To raise you when you fall, rally you when you tire
To brave life when it darkens so suddenly

A fire that can change, build, and create
New worlds, new stories, new lives
But flames burn and scath and raze and hate
They **** good sense, blind mankind, and wound like knives

A fire that can mend a heart, break a heart, steal a heart
When burning bright, souls are joyous
When smothered, souls are torn apart
With no fires burning, it is what destroys us
Tyler Apr 2021
My folks cut off my roots.
I almost never knew that
I’m just four generations removed
From fighting with Pearce.
Six from being born into genocide.
“Ar scath a cheile a mhairean na daoine.”
I was placed on dead men’s shoulders.
Great men, terrifying men.
But they’re not here, where are they?
That’s a weird question, here.
I don’t pray enough.
Hardly ever touch a rosary.
Most others don’t even consider the act.
But that’s all there is for the last of us.
If there are any.
Unless we’ve all outlived
The last American Irishman.

— The End —