Tinker Tailor Live not Ever by OkamiOfFire, literature
Literature
Tinker Tailor Live not Ever
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor,
Resisting Fate with righteous fervor.
Rich Men paying Azriel to stay forever,
Poor Men begging to leave here never.
Sailor, Soldier, Tailor, Tinker,
Fighting Fate so Death may falter.
Beggar Men plead to stay here longer,
Thieves trick and lie with witty banter,
Hoping to live on and die not ever.
Tailor, Tinker, Sailor, Soldier,
Waging War by way of medicine and healer,
Life and Death the stuff of dealers.
Soldier, Tinker, Sailor, Tailor,
The end in all the world’s lore,
Individual Extinction.
The destiny of all men of all race, creed, or color,
Without any such silly distinction,
To live a life, yet no
Twilight of the Eclipse by OkamiOfFire, literature
Literature
Twilight of the Eclipse
To both angels and demons,
I propose a simple question unto thee.
Regarding the human soul,
If one stands in the Light,
Do they not stand in the sun?
If one stands in the Shadows,
Do they not stand in the moon?
Can one who stands in the Light
Also stand in the Darkness?
Standing both in the sun and the moon?
Is wretched Twilight unthinkable,
Foul Duplicity hopeless,
Inspired Duality contrived,
Sublime Dichotomy insufferable?
Can one not stand in the Eclipse,
Between Light and Shadow,
The sun and the moon?
What a wonderfully deplorable concept.
But think now about this:
Could one be truly evil?
Could one be wholly good?
Purest Light,
Roar
A lone flame, flickering vainly in the bleak shadows of midnight.
Tightly it holds to its tinder, snapping violently at any who approach.
It flickers brightly, cutting into the night, only to retreat.
Afraid of the darkness and that which it conceals, hoping that what ever it may be, that it dares not approach if the flame can not see it, and if it snaps loudly enough.
As the cold wind blows at the flames, threatening it, the flame flickers again.
As the darkness is cut open, fear bleeds from the wound into the flames, and it retreats. The shadows may overtake it yet, it thinks as the wind blows harder.
The flame touches another tinder,
Tinker Tailor Live not Ever by OkamiOfFire, literature
Literature
Tinker Tailor Live not Ever
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor,
Resisting Fate with righteous fervor.
Rich Men paying Azriel to stay forever,
Poor Men begging to leave here never.
Sailor, Soldier, Tailor, Tinker,
Fighting Fate so Death may falter.
Beggar Men plead to stay here longer,
Thieves trick and lie with witty banter,
Hoping to live on and die not ever.
Tailor, Tinker, Sailor, Soldier,
Waging War by way of medicine and healer,
Life and Death the stuff of dealers.
Soldier, Tinker, Sailor, Tailor,
The end in all the world’s lore,
Individual Extinction.
The destiny of all men of all race, creed, or color,
Without any such silly distinction,
To live a life, yet no
Twilight of the Eclipse by OkamiOfFire, literature
Literature
Twilight of the Eclipse
To both angels and demons,
I propose a simple question unto thee.
Regarding the human soul,
If one stands in the Light,
Do they not stand in the sun?
If one stands in the Shadows,
Do they not stand in the moon?
Can one who stands in the Light
Also stand in the Darkness?
Standing both in the sun and the moon?
Is wretched Twilight unthinkable,
Foul Duplicity hopeless,
Inspired Duality contrived,
Sublime Dichotomy insufferable?
Can one not stand in the Eclipse,
Between Light and Shadow,
The sun and the moon?
What a wonderfully deplorable concept.
But think now about this:
Could one be truly evil?
Could one be wholly good?
Purest Light,
Roar
A lone flame, flickering vainly in the bleak shadows of midnight.
Tightly it holds to its tinder, snapping violently at any who approach.
It flickers brightly, cutting into the night, only to retreat.
Afraid of the darkness and that which it conceals, hoping that what ever it may be, that it dares not approach if the flame can not see it, and if it snaps loudly enough.
As the cold wind blows at the flames, threatening it, the flame flickers again.
As the darkness is cut open, fear bleeds from the wound into the flames, and it retreats. The shadows may overtake it yet, it thinks as the wind blows harder.
The flame touches another tinder,
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