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at least one per day.
Hrm. Or. You know. Is meant to be
Also, Masquerade is certainly interesting. I think I'll do one for that as well. First though, adventure:
We three by three are seeking thee
Or more particularly,
We wish to find what we will mind;
The jewelled laughter laugh of thee.
Once heard upon a breeze, the trees
Carried it to us. If we receive without a fuss
We'll leave, we three by three,
Your laughter as our albatross.
We've waited long without a song
The earth's grim turn abiding -
But we have heard it from the trees
That in your soul, one is still smiling.
We've come to claim your laugh, you see
It is most precious thing to we.
Give it to us, without a fuss;
Too long we have been we, yet still melancholy.
I'll edit in Masquerade later tonight.
Monarch and ape, butterfly damsel
We're lost within the shade,
The hue, the brilliant bloom.
Is that my love, my father, my foe?
Is that the exit, or just another room
Echoing to the beat, the heart string tempo
The thud-thud capering of meat
Resounding to the foot falls of the damned.
I put this mask on, white with pain
To hide my past, my previous shame.
Now I can see the colour, the honour killing
Dance of green on blue on purple wings.
The music rises, pitch increases, fiddle sings
Hair flings in rising arcs, and do I see a grin
Stuck in its place, as with a pin?
Flash of sabered eye, a tear I'd like to cry
The room is spinning, spinning with brilliance
With its own transcendence proliferating its essence,
Out of control it swirls and mixes, seething as a cauldron
Steeping itself in darkness that shines so bright.
Who hides behind the mask that holds my arm!
All damned we are, all damned who hide our faces
From the shame we should know! Crying, I tear away the swirl
And bustle, the bubble-glow like oil. I throw it on the floor,
Cold face bared, empty eyes staring up. All watch, and don't.
All see this one who stands revealed, yet stare, so bitter-cold
From out the darkened caves of eyes. None stop the dance.
It was a futile chance. A lone human amongst the vicious flowers,
I drown in monarch, ape and butterfly damsel.
For tomorrow:
two strangers help each other on the road.