Inter this encumbering woe, and with it drag that wretched stream
That it may surely drown, if too shallow a grave imposed.
Strip away this veil of joy, so sensually placed, which shades the heart.
All reason lies held, while bliss enchants the mind.
Let flames taste this foolish wrath. Shatter the blade of malice,
and with its shards, lacerate the cords of rage.
Behead that siren pride, who tempts all men to greatest fall.
The peak of arrogance, where so many stumble. '
Eviscerate that bastard fear, who binds all from such tender desire.
This hallowed carcass shall possess men nevermore.
Of that fragrant love? Bruise her hosts,
Who know not what they owe.
For what men hold as true, shall never be.
This reminded me of the proverb, "Pride is befoe a fall, and a Haughty spirit before a stumble." because we are all inclined to the pride of our own understanding
ReplyDeletethis is not a finished piece I hope?
well, yeah, that has something to do with this.
ReplyDeletei dont really know if its done or not yet, i might add more.