LoveLess

Prologue
When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s endThe goddess descends from the skyWings of light and dark spread afarShe guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting
Act I
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddessWe seek it thus, and take to the skyRipples form on the water’s surfaceThe wandering soul knows no rest.
Act II
There is no hate, only joyFor you are beloved by the goddessHero of the dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soulPride is lostWings stripped away, the end is nigh
Act III
My friend, do you fly away now?To a world that abhors you and I?All that awaits you is a somber morrowNo matter where the winds may blow
My friend, your desireIs the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promisesNothing shall forestall my return
Act IV
My friend, the fates are cruelThere are no dreams, no honor remainsThe arrow has left the bow of the goddess
My soul, corrupted by vengeanceHath endured torment, to find the end of the journeyIn my own salvationAnd your eternal slumber
Legend shall speakOf sacrifice at world’s endThe wind sails over the water’s surfaceQuietly, but surely
Act V
Even if the morrow is barren of promisesNothing shall forestall my returnTo become the dew that quenches the landTo spare the sands, the seas, the skiesI offer thee this silent sacrifice

My lady's presence makes the roses red

My lady's presence makes the roses red,
Because to see her lips they blush for shame.
The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became,
And her white hands in them this envy bred.


The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread,
Because the sun's and her power is the same.
The violet of purple colour came.


Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed.
In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take;
From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed;


The living heat which her eyebeams doth make
Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed.
The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers,
Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers.

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.

The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall,

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten--
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.

But could youth last and love still breed,
Had joys no date nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy love.

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

Come live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove,

That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,

Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,

Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,

By shallow rivers, to whose falls

Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses,

And a thousand fragrant posies,

A cap of flowers and a kirtleEmbroider'd all with leaves of myrtle:

A gown made of the finest wool,

Which from our pretty lambs we pull;

Fair lined slippers for the cold,

With buckles of the purest gold:

A belt of straw and ivy buds,

With coral clasps and amber studs;

And if these pleasures may thee move,

Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing

For thy delight each May morning;

If these delights thy mind may move,

Then live with me and be my love.

A typical beginner

I am a typical beginner here. I 'm still familiarizing my self with this new thing that i will be doing. So, I can't still make any meaningful or exciting things to make this blog beautiful or interesting to read, but in the near future i will be making this a one of a kind of a blog.

Goodbye.