stonedsour's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kaltes Leben Cold were the winds around him The spirits of heart and key A door that held his prominence Was locked despite his pleas His mind was vast yet empty No ballad of muse he sought The image of light and shadow Belittled his human thought The bane of true existence Hath wrought upon his frame He stood in haunting wonder At the dance of a harlequinade He heard their silent voices Their art and hallow sound Entranced within their antics He finally chanted loud “My name is Kaltes Leben! This life is not a lie! My voice hath found its purpose! My will shall never die!” With that his soul had strengthened He walked with the pride of men The world at last hath realized The essence of Kaltes Leben 1:34 p.m. - 2004-03-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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