skryptre

Sit in a glade Abundant with dappled shade With a tranquil stream With butterflies it teams Look to the sky With the clouds passing by Gently floating By Zephyrs blessing Listen to Tellus mater To pan and the satyrs As their joyous song Sweeps you along Know the feeling Of a mind not reeling The peaceful calm Of nature's psalm Verdant leaves Rustle in a light breeze Sunlight shimmers on a stream In a calm forest it seems Fern fronds Beside the pond All summer long Evening orange Horizon singe Twilight tinge Silvery stars Shine with Mars Along with Celene Beautiful as you've ever seen

      the lions have come to weep      with all those suffering they see      the children have come to cry      upon the day of their parents demise on a day so cloudy and gray for this is what the king has to say:   "to all those summoned here amassed   for all the crimes committed which passed   wondering why this has to be   this foregoing of amnesty..." apathy and corruption surround rolling these heads on the ground   "... you all stand here accused   your idea of innocence i must disabuse   it's a delusional fallacy - this perpetual lie;   for today, this is the day you die."      the lioness comes and weeps      wit