12-22-2005, 09:13 AM
Ooo, inspiration from Poe, classic! Here's my little poem about Trigun
Augusta
To surrender is but to stop the noise
That rebounds inside, like wheat to chaff my
Thoughts are blown with the wind. The glass-eyed man,
Children among dogs, the blushing lovers,
All become eras'd. And I, intinerant priest,
Raise my arm toward the heavens,
Offering up care wrapped in a crystal.
I shudder, bearing over the edge and like
Atlas I shrug.
Augusta, what was is nevermore, and I,
Who directs fate but cannot change my own,
I walk the world a puppet-man crying,
Love and Peace.
Augusta
To surrender is but to stop the noise
That rebounds inside, like wheat to chaff my
Thoughts are blown with the wind. The glass-eyed man,
Children among dogs, the blushing lovers,
All become eras'd. And I, intinerant priest,
Raise my arm toward the heavens,
Offering up care wrapped in a crystal.
I shudder, bearing over the edge and like
Atlas I shrug.
Augusta, what was is nevermore, and I,
Who directs fate but cannot change my own,
I walk the world a puppet-man crying,
Love and Peace.
Love is like heaven but hurts like hell.