Relaxation condescendant,
once called me transcendent.
Soul, brighter than an Arabian Sun
Your white flame struck a match,
one I didn't win.
When our whim was jury, no conclusion
to havoc, or fury. Wheels of confusion,
I rolled from the stand.
No bargain, my plea was modest,
it was your hand,
I reached for, to be honest.
Then to say "On your own."
when you were never alone
was colder than cold,
like some aristocratic joke
after an unsatisfying smoke.
It's older than old.
Ode to your GREATness!
Hail, sire
A magic that engulfs with cheer
a spell upbringing all who hear
this fellowship that rings,
as he merrily sings.
Wizard among Hobbiton,
weaving beams of recollected dreams
passing the pipeweed, glorious misdeed
I promise you when we break this town
I'll seize the world and hand you its crown.
will get back to normal bloggin when I finish building my computer :D
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