Quote:O', she ran a day and ran two nights
through thicket, barrow and glum.
she walked a day and walked two nights
through village, castle and kingdom.

O', she crawled a day and crawled two nights
through sand, oasis and sea.
but there was ne'er a day she didn't say
'gods I wish I was free!'

Quote:Once in the rain, twice in the dew.
Life comes anew, wash 'way the pain.
Thrice in the thunder of clashing gods.
Four's a good number for a vengeance plot.

I've seen it all and I'll see it again
Spited words and dewdrops taken
Count down with me for each mistaken birth
Mirth of the gods and their fate-curse.

Four in the perpetual of hatred and misgivings.
Thrice in the thunder where all is forgiven.
Twice in the dew, once in the rain
When all is remade, we all wash 'way.

Quote:whispers on the wind

soft and sublime
murmurs on the mind
linger on the lies

where the dog whines
and the flies weave
flitting, fettered paths
of buzzing circuitry

where the crow's foot
grasps upon branch
and they make roost
in the pines

i'll be waiting.

Quote:My heart goes out to all those lost.
S'not only death to take them away.
Its fog, its delicate cycle of change.
Its life, its relative righteous maze.

And along the paths we'll tend to find,
a straggler who's been left behind.
And with hand outstretched they'll say,
'Please come help, I've lost my way.'

'Come with me!' you try to reply!
But we can't see, they've stole our eyes
And we can't hear, they've closed our ears
So, separate ways we'll run. Goodbye!

So, what to do when one is lost?
S'not only death that takes us away.
Its whimsy, its fate, its luck, its pain.
Its happiness, its sorrow, and decay.

Quote:my hate swells, my hate sighs
through tides of uttered lies
ever-sailing, ever-moving
til' shores to which it arrives

there the dog cries
and the cicada screams
there trees grow tall
and forever evergreen

there, far, in the pines
i'll be waiting- long apart-
with my deepest apologies
for a frail maiden's heart

~ tandava

Quote:And long were we in walking, far beyond the place of stopping.
Where the horizon dropped behind, and no animal dared to go.
And upon that crooked path, the earth itself was to be watching,
Stalking upon the fools who had long yearned for home.

And long did we seek the taste of earthly fruits.
Forever did we thirst for its bounty of blessed dews.
Long were we in walking, far away from the place of stopping,
Where we fools ever-mourned for a place to call our home.

And here upon interim, and here upon bridge,
We fools watched, slipping by, our reasons to live.
And then within wallow and then within pain,
We clung onto our spirit, cursed her cleansing rain.

For what good in pausing, beyond this place of stopping?
What poison is to dawdle, in longing, in pondering?
Her lesson imparted, her truth unveiled,
Yet Man killed Death, and in that, we failed.

Quote:".. I wander, longer, I toil and try,
Long for life to come soon, pass me by,
Like an old friend found so suddenly;
Hi. Why? I missed you. And, goodbye."