High High High!
Posted By: SeverianofUrth<email@example.com>
Date: 21 April 2005, 4:22 PM
Will the fires burn?
I know not whether it will;
for the wood is wet and grimy with tears,
tears that fell from mine eyes to no avail.
Will the smoke rise high?
I hope it will; it should rise high,
the curling wreathes should go up high,
high high high up to the sky.
Will you see the pyres, then?
The pyres that are lit along the sky?
The stars are charred, they are but glass;
and no smoke arises from what is not life.
The planets burn and the stars choke
on their deathbed smoke and glittering lies.
And seven rings are fitted, onto waxy palms
and they lead the way, to- what?
Sanzu, I hope not.