Songs And Poems Quotes

"My love, my love Remember the cries When winter died for spring skies They roared and roared But we grabbed our seed And sowed a song Against their greed And Down in the vale Hear the reaper swing, the reaper swing the reaper swing Down in the vale Hear the reaper sing A tale of winter done My son, my son Remember the chains When gold ruled with iron reins We roared and roared And twisted and screamed For ours, a vale of better dreams"

"And violent hearts set harshest flame"

"My son, my daughter, now that you bleed, you shall know no fear, no defeat, only victory. Your cowardice seeps from you. Your rage burns bright. Rise, warrior of Gold, and take with you your Color’s might."

"Then farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear. Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost.” He whispers to some distant, fading part of himself as he lazily lifts the scorcher to his father’s forehead. “Evil, be thou my good."

"If your heart beats like a drum, and your leg’s a little wet, it’s because the Reaper’s come to collect a little debt."

"Up and lead the dance of Fate! Lift the song that mortals hate… Tell what rights are ours on earth, Over all of human birth Swift of foot to avenge are we! He whose hands are clean and pure. Naught our wrath to dread hath he."

"Brothers, sisters, till the last Woe that this has come to pass, By your grave, I shall weep For it was I who made you sleep."

"Fear no more the heat o’ the sun Nor the furious winter’s rages, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must As chimney sweepers come to dust"

"As from the darkening gloom a silver dove upsoars, and darts into the Eastern light, On pinions that naught moves but pure delight, So fled thy soul into the realms above, Regions of peace and everlasting love…."

"Into this wild Abyss the warie fiend stood on the brink of Hell and look’d a while, pondering his voyage; for no narrow frith he had to cross!"

"I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night Taught by the heav’nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend!"

"Matter, how tiny my share Time, how brief my allotment Fate, how small my roll to play Self, all that can be mastered"

"What think you the dead are? Why, dust and clay, What should they be? ’Tis the last hour of day. Look on the west, how beautiful it is Vaulted with radiant vapours! The deep bliss of that unutterable light Perhaps the only comfort which remains Is the unheeded clanking of my chains, The which I make, and call it melody."

"Time hath no tide but must abide The servant of Thy will; Tide hath no time, for to Thy rhyme The ranging stars stand still— Regent of spheres that lock our fears Our hopes invisible, Oh ’twas certes at Thy decrees We fashioned Heaven and Hell!"

"Here lie Martians all Thralls of the Slave King Who thought with wicked delight to take your planet’s treasure and break their Master’s might All ye who enter here: witness their work, and despair"

"O my mountain hyacinth, what shepherds trod upon you with clumsy, rustic foot? Now you are a broken seal: a scarlet stain upon the earth. Figmentum es Figmentum es Figmentum es FIGMENTUM ES FIGMENTUM ES FIGMENTUM ES Accolades, sister. You have killed Figment. You are Figment. Do not report for duty, a soft female voice says within my head. My wrath be thine."

"Cities and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time’s eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die: But, as new buds put forth To glad new men, Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth, The Cities rise again."

"There was one mightier ’fore Allmother’s reign Allfather, King of Stains, was his name. For him, Old Kuthul rose against Sunborn Till in Ladon was he felled, for kin to mourn To the fires his people and the Volk were sent But not all to ash and bone must we lament From sun to dust did the moons and dragons chase The brood of Kuthul, who hid in darkest space, Five ages passed of shadow and ice Entombed in floating caverns, hunted like rabid mice Blossoms of blood and thrones of flesh were grown As brother ate brother; sister ate sister for a savior, Allfather groaned Then came the Outlander to answer his plea Mighty were the Lords of Ink, mightier was He. Whores of their children, shards of their thrones Made He, who crowned Himself with their bones And fashioned Dark Wind of those not destroyed To serve, to anoint, to proclaim: He Who Walks the Void."

"Ye labour for your fall With your own hands! Not by surprise Nor yet by stealth, but with clear eyes, Knowing the thing ye do."

"O my mountain hyacinth, what shepherds trod upon you with clumsy, rustic foot? Now you are a broken seal: a scarlet stain upon the earth. Figmentum es."