Dark Sad Shadow Posted August 7, 2002 Share Posted August 7, 2002 Well rogues.... -*-*-*-*-*- Take my hand in the old ’Theatre Of Seven Hells’; a ferry that bowed its wings, we call HER: ’Moon by Day’. Life - a book in painful tongue that hurts our ears. Flowers of the end, their seed shall grow. Your breath shall be my coat, the underworld is - oh - so cold. The dead don’t feel chill, but please, hold me warm. The aweful night has gone; what lay before... - we can’t remember. Even Morpheus has drowned in the lament of his own weeping shadow... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redwing Posted August 8, 2002 Share Posted August 8, 2002 *tries to understand it* *brain explodes* Dammit. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rogue15 Posted August 8, 2002 Share Posted August 8, 2002 I understood some of it. tongue is the same as voice/words Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pisces Posted August 8, 2002 Share Posted August 8, 2002 Huh? What? *Looks at first post* *brain fries* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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