~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now I lay me down to sleep, I fear cruel Fates my soul to keep. If the nightmares should get me before I wake, I pray a kinder fate my soul to take. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Not the body electric but the soul ethereal. A digital pixellated mosiac of messages and posts incorpereal-- hopes, dreams and fantasies for any and all to read. Possibly truly know this soul of its earthly shell freed
(of Miranda Jade) So clear, these skies so bright every star, all the heavenly host can see in the wintry night the sight obscured to me by breathe frozen on still air stinging welling coursing down. But my mind's eye will always see in the yet fallen snow, a little angel fit to be loved by memory
epitaph for a lost soul memories I wished I could cherish but lost to wintertide of ebbing time...
Some great crusade I wish it could be. but a foolish struggle futilely, wistfully lost the way where I hope you won't see as I, this cold and dark of eternal fears. Not here I wanted to be but restlessly regret my parting legacy of your tears.
of Intoxications and Ecstasies, how easily they forsaken their fawning flock. Watch your idols of desirous vanity forgotten by acclaim, fall forgotten robbed of their coveted crowns of renown.
Sadly too often alone some soul falls forlorn. Worth in disrepute at the whimsical hand of fickle disregard. No saving grace to stop the suspiring spiraling, surrendered hope sinking. Unless they're one of the blessed of vanity's fortune gifted. And their disdain damns to covetous demons of denial.