Tyrion

My mind is drawn 
To coming dawn
Thoughts of thee,
Eostre
 
When I shall see
Thy deep brown e’e
Look in mine,
Eostre
 
Thy mind doth make
For thine own sake
Lands of might,
Eostre
 
Thy hand with skill
Thy cra

Rage: the product of Hurt
Deadly, it lies deep within
Another side, shamefully hidden
The wrath of gods
 
Shame: the product of Rage
Deeply wounds, in and out
Flames that burn, every gout
The pain of

My heart is overcome with joy
My bones shake, the blush to avoid
My hands wring, in excited fear
For I know that my home is near
 
Long it has been since here I trod
Who knew I’d return alone but God?
I was a

My hour of light
To lift my soul
To lift my soul
And make me bright
 
This light of grey
Like tender mist
Like tender mist
And smoky day
 
A bit of peace
The fiery truth
The fiery truth
And sweet release
 
My sw

Thou foul beauty! Thou onerous joy!
Thou warmonger! Thou hate-breeder!
Thou blight and bliss!
 
Thou crushest lives! Thou buildest nations!
Thou insect! Thou wildflower!
Thou givest and takest!
 
Thy deceitful lur

A word, a line, a page begotten A spell, a charm, a tale forgotten A thought, a hope, a dream stagnated A tear, a wail, a cry belated A tone, a sound, a note resounded A tune, a pulse, a flow rebounded A touch

Lightly bloom the blossoms, fairIn the height of SpringWhen the sun flow’rs skyward lookBy the merry streamO, ’tis when a fragrance, pureWafting on the breezeFlowr’s and trees have not this scentNor the honey

Ah, what trembling my mind takesAs tho’ quakesEarth doth shakeYet within semantic wallsLike church hallsMusic callsMy thoughts do amass on theeThy mind, freeWhat they beAlas, ’tis space I cannot treadAs tho’

White of mind, so graying softPulse of flow, of air so livedSighing grey, the hues of sleepStars of deep, the grinning peaceMelting sounds, the silent swarmWarming clouds, effulgent streamSoul in wings, or bed of