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DFC 2016: 1. Possession by kiwi-damnation, literature
Literature
DFC 2016: 1. Possession
When naught were left but starving men to bless the eventide,
Their flesh so withered from the fight, they had not hair nor hide,
In tattered clothes, the men stood up and screamed throughout the night
“No men shall meet with Death’s embrace before they’ve met the light!”
For vict’ry can be stolen, but can’t be manufactured
Coming as impassioned pleas are heard amongst the fractured
When those who beg shalt beg no longer, lest they lose their will
The poorest men shall meet the slaughter; blood to ink the quill.
Their rights to freedom – liberty – shall not speak to silence,
For when oppressed
Now summer's song has come and gone;
autumn's chill is hasting.
At winter's door we hunger for
something everlasting.
Oh, do not sing of fleeting things
like flowers, stars or love
that cause the heart and mind's depart
from prudency thereof.
Blooms exquisite and delicate
as maidens' youth will show
their spiteful ruse when their bright hues
shall wither with the snow.
Deceptive light of stars--so bright!--
that glitter in the sky;
on Earth we yearn for that which burns,
yet in their burning, die.
And love bears strife all throughout life
and ailments of the breath.
Yet should it live, all that it gives
shall surely cease w
L'EAU DE FROIDEUR (+version musicale) by Exnihilo-nihil, literature
Literature
L'EAU DE FROIDEUR (+version musicale)
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Le ciel noir sera mon tombeau
Plutôt que la fosse commune,
Emportée par un grand corbeau
Mon âme, morte sans rancune ;
Au plus profond de la nuit brune
Constellation de splendeur,
Agonie rêve en la lagune...
Mon amie est l'eau de froideur.
Quand l'espoir, sur un noir lambeau,
Taquine la douce infortune
Et que le néant porte beau
Son linceul en pâleur de lune...
Les étoiles, grande tribune,
Descendent, blanches de candeur
Geler l'infinité chacune...
Mon amie est l'eau de froideur.
Adieu Blanche, adieu Isabeau,
Adieu le goût frais de la prune,
Vienne le froid feu du flambeau
À l'austérité opportune.
La vie n'est jamais q