III.

Jul 03, 2008 05:18

Devotion oft pierces the coldest breast,
Striking true and igniting itself on
Embers long lost at a simple request,
Waking passion's eye to a brilliant dawn.
Passion, itself, maintains constant motion
Heaping more to burn in the storm's fury.
Yet, the Muse comes for me in creation,
Passion unending, intended glory
While she remains. Though fickle as she ( Read more... )

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kittenspeaks July 3 2008, 10:00:16 UTC
I am completely loving this series.

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galangg July 15 2008, 22:07:55 UTC

I'm curious, why?

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