shai hulud- let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams
.ez az egyik kedvencem.
"Without pretension,
With a sweet chill down my spine.
For a time the clouds lift, and what I have resigned to thinking barren
Does bear fruit.
If I am to die - if I must die,
I must inspire while I live,
Alongside the dreamers.
Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.
I surrender all. All I have I give:
To those who survived life's thorns
And provided escape.
To those, whose creations live forever.
To those that wrote the words,
Though my knees become weak,
I will cause my foot another step.
To carry the task,
And to those that understood.
There is a need for faith
And a need for hope.
Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.
As with the brightest and the wisest,
I know the need of
Faith,
Hope,
And
Dreams.
I burn for vision and inspiration, for this is life.
If perchance I am dreaming,
Please, let me sleep.
To spend my time in great Atlantis,
In search of Camelot.
I drink from the grail, and war with the immortals,
Rather than sulk in the ruins of a fallen sky castle.
Amidst the remnants of once
Mighty Colossus,
Comes this call:
Where are the builders?
I clearly see the slayers, and the hope they destroy.
I clearly see the thieves, and the wonders they deprive the inspired.
Where are the builders?
If I am to die - if I must die,
I must inspire while I live,
Alongside the dreamers.
The Consummate Dragon
It is truly the perfect being:
Its armor is tenfold shields.
Its teeth, swords.
Claws in the guise of greeting hands.
How does it sleep at night,
This tyrant -
Heaping slaves on the pyre
Just to watch ambition burn.
It is truly the perfect being:
Its armor is tenfold shields,
And from its tongue, fire.
Could any being verily bask in malevolence?
As if its indifference might pardon it.
This tyrant.
He is the fatherless,
With the arrogance of a being that insists it created itself.
What can it create?
This uninspired muse rules only barren lands.
It cannot create a thing.
When the public speaks the truth,
Simply tear it down.
Dissent, and smolder.
Your thoughts are law, great dragon.
Just spare me and mine,
While I bide my time
Knowing you well,
The enemy.
Cower may the everymen,
I show no recoil for
A would-be dragon,
The common man is the consummate dragon -
The poorest excuse of a man.
My chest to shields.
My teeth to swords.
My hands to claws.
And fire...
Now we can make war.
A titan against a titan."
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