WHAT AM I?: Nephilim WHAT AM I?: Nephilim
A teen boy gets killed, but trades his soul for another chance. He changes. A girl notices the new boy with silver eyes.
For Soothe I have Graced the Day

For Soothe I have Graced the Day

A Poem by seaNobody

Oh! For soothe I have graced the day

With my pleasant prowess of flighted rage

Where blindly I stand, beholden to the sage

Of a captured night of reeling waves

 

Can you stand upon the mounted glare

Of Reason's shame there and there

In land and time I can not share

Where is my dream of earthen cares

 

Give to me nothing but your a hand again

Where I shall make for your listless land

Of tireless gloom, and a ritual at hand

OF ancient times to tell of tireless man.


© 2012 seaNobody



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Added on July 6, 2012
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