from the very bottom of my nearly forgotten blog-lore, a piece of text that was written under certain circumstances which i'm afraid little 'ave changed by now...
the Sacred and Profane (the Un-Traditional)
woe is on me, beloveth thou,
thee, who now art not by me side.
mine eyes in to nothingness glazeth art
but mine heart in to thine hand lays
for ye perfect moment in glory
for thee to be here againe
wethere in caledonia or avalon
in rejoice of thine pure and sacred love
inside ye charm embrace of a man doth can say
anew my life in to a new lighte-beameth-dawn
for thee by me for-ever to stay.
thee, who now art not by me side.
mine eyes in to nothingness glazeth art
but mine heart in to thine hand lays
for ye perfect moment in glory
for thee to be here againe
wethere in caledonia or avalon
in rejoice of thine pure and sacred love
inside ye charm embrace of a man doth can say
anew my life in to a new lighte-beameth-dawn
for thee by me for-ever to stay.
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