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Posted by Laota On January 8, 2013 2 COMMENTS

I’ve been sick! Oh, no! But some good came of it. I wrote a poem, the first I’ve written in over four years! If you can guess what it’s about, I’ll put a nickle toward you’re college fund:

There was a dark and wild sound, a low and frenzied cry.
It once sailed free and near the ground, we’d bound it up in books we’d found.
And therein, precious things abound! A yellow moon, a purple sky,
Where crickets sang and watched us dance through sugar crystal eyes.
Black castles, low-hanging stars, on that night when the night was ours.
And when it ends, if you’ve learned to fly, the dead are friends,
In books you needn’t buy.

We cannot find them now, it would break our hearts to try.

This and other poems can be found on the poetry page. Yay!
*hacking cough*

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Tags: heathen, pagan, poetry

2 Responses so far.

  1. Yombie says:

    http://yombie.livejournal.com/9336.html

    The answer is, by line:

    1The powerful energy within a certain few that echoes strongly across the universe.

    2We used to be extroverted in society and this earth, now we’re introverted, expressed through media and mediums.

    3We came from Agartha, hollow earth, the core, warmth and light is described as the yellow moon because it emits no heat and glows as opposed to emitting light, the purple sky describes the crystalline ceiling, Agartha’s sky, no wonder purple was associated with royalty.

    4enemies warcry/call out in vain, plague of locusts watched in envy/greed (sugar crystal eyes) as we relished and rejoiced in our abundance.

    5Our fortresses were created of a glowing crystal/ore powered by agitation, when a village was destroyed, the lack of energy created of which to fuel the light of the structures would then turn fade into black… We cultivated low hanging stars, or rare crystals that grew amongst the purple sky, perhaps carbon at the stage before being compressed into diamonds which was when we achieved victory, (night- the sky was ours) this is when we were celebrating earlier.
    6When the war was over,(the night, the dark, the absence of light) if we learned to fly to reach the low hanging stars (if we achieved victory) then instead of lamenting the ones that passed on, we’ll honor them by remembering what they did and learning of our past mistakes.

    7It is engrained in our instincts and free knowledge to those who seek it. (in books@1)
    8Its hard for us to find others who are the same, a matter of life in fact.

    I think you now owe me a proverbial nickle.

    I found you through steven yeun’s site.

  2. Laota says:

    Wow, that was awesome. Wrong, but awesome. And if QI has taught me anything, it’s that an interesting answer is better than a correct one. Thanks for taking the time to comment, though!

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