Metalic Wings
Active Member
Alright, I was sharing this with a few people last night and was finally conviced that I might as well put it up and see if anyone will bother reading it. If you do, please let me kow what you think!
I'm also interested in seing how many people can actually see the dual story. So far, I don't really think that anyone has gotten it. :sad4:This leads me to believe that I embedded the true story too deeply behind the apparent one.
Oh, and I don't necessarily have a title yet. ... I can't really decide.
Hidden by what once was white,
Waiting to surprise the night.
All along I knew you'd come
As surely as a drummer drums.
Your brother was what gave you 'way
His dark blood draining with the day,
Seeping slowly through the sea--
A compass to where you would be.
He'd traveled far, become well-known
And you, so jealous of his throne,
Became consumed by rage and hate
Deciding to rebel from fate.
Now, your face and garments drenched,
Reigning vows once soul-bound wrenched,
Thinking you could steal his show,
The consequences you shall know:
Retribution you must make,
An endless journey you must take,
Round and round, to and fro,
Never getting where you go.
By citizens you will be seen
A shadow of what once had been.
Should you try with all your might
You'll never match that beckoning light.
But, perhaps, the worst of all:
Your brother did not truly fall.
He'll rise again, be famed anew
And once more will outshine you.
I'm also interested in seing how many people can actually see the dual story. So far, I don't really think that anyone has gotten it. :sad4:This leads me to believe that I embedded the true story too deeply behind the apparent one.
Oh, and I don't necessarily have a title yet. ... I can't really decide.
Hidden by what once was white,
Waiting to surprise the night.
All along I knew you'd come
As surely as a drummer drums.
Your brother was what gave you 'way
His dark blood draining with the day,
Seeping slowly through the sea--
A compass to where you would be.
He'd traveled far, become well-known
And you, so jealous of his throne,
Became consumed by rage and hate
Deciding to rebel from fate.
Now, your face and garments drenched,
Reigning vows once soul-bound wrenched,
Thinking you could steal his show,
The consequences you shall know:
Retribution you must make,
An endless journey you must take,
Round and round, to and fro,
Never getting where you go.
By citizens you will be seen
A shadow of what once had been.
Should you try with all your might
You'll never match that beckoning light.
But, perhaps, the worst of all:
Your brother did not truly fall.
He'll rise again, be famed anew
And once more will outshine you.
