The riddles are three, but Death is one. (noriddle) wrote in mirrorcracked, @ 2009-06-24 14:14:00 |
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"Joys of Yuletide wanes to its end And as a new beginning doth impend One shalt be born on the last of the old Heralding many winters coldest of the cold And He shall rise Amidst bloody skies From misery to glory From legend to history And He will do upon the world As the world upon him unfurl'd From the blood that wrong'd He To the blood Himself wrong'd be Decades will He rule with terror 'Till he maketh His final error And o'erthrown shall he be By the blood Himself wrong'd be..." As the well known muggle William Blake once wrote: some are born to sweet delight, some are born to endless night. That is, while human history is filled with tales of bravery and heroism and men destined to achieve greatness, those on the other side of the fence are prophesised to achieve an entirely different sort of greatness...if one could call it that. August 1st Project On Hold |
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