Set ApartThrough an entrance, into a secret room, hidden from most peoples' eyes, this white, circular room with its domed ceiling was filled with the fantastic shapes of great, scaly creatures. All of them were large in comparison to a man. They had large wings, horns, scales, claws and long, serpentine bodies and tails. Many people have called these creatures by different names. Many people have known them in awe, in fear, or in curious amusement. They are unmistakably what our culture calls a dragon. They whisper to each other in cold, bemused, frustrated tones. "It's not this one." "Well, don't just sit there
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The First I Love YouLike full sailIn fiercest galeOvercome by the waterLike the breezeIn the treesIn the freshness of the springLike the mustyThrill of AutumnWhen the coolness draws us closerLike the rumblingrush of tumblingfrom the highest waterfallIs the feeling of your glanceAnd the softly savored words"I love you, too..."
All My Friends Are DyingHow can I smile and be glad when all my friends are dying? How can I greet you with joy when I can smell their acrid flesh, rotting? When their suffocated pleas for help are unheard, even to them,Will I desecrate their languishing with laughter? When they come to me,gashed,bloody,covered in scars of mortal wounds,some of the mind, some of the spirit,some of the body,Do you wonder where is my friendly "Good Morning?" When their lips open,crushed,ripped up,Some seeking truth, some hiding wounds,some feel defiled,They cannot see their true value. They call themselves names,and in their pause,more life escapes,their dying lips,And I hate it! You tell me;How can I smile and be glad when all my friends are dying?
I Am My Brother's KeeperWhen found alone, caught in wrong,Between altar and field,What must one do, if Cain is changed,If to right he yields? How much more I, looking to you,When I have tried, doing all I Can. What of my wrong, seeming so great,Has turned Abel to Cain,The very thing he hates.For when I have, worked so hard,Sending you my peace,returned again, with your Disdain,Distance is increased. What blinds you, binds you, to see that you,Have now become, everything you hate? Words of sacrilegious wisdom,Pretense eats your face,It's pushing me away. Go ahead, look away. Slander in your mouth. Acid tongue, does you harm,As much as to me.