Then perhaps my Lord, my King,
How would you like to follow me for a ride in the winds?
I shall bring you across places you’ve never been.
Places beyond your imaginations and dreams.
Then there and then, witness this song which I sing.
And when you do, my King, realize you’re only thin.
Realize that your grin is nothing more than an impending grim.
From Ryan @ http://ravingryan.blogspot.com/ :
Weariness, the winds bring
As withered, are my wings
Seeing thus, the fiend sings
of this solemn sting.
Yet foolish is he who sings
That I, who am king
Would falter from mere winds.
I who am king,
will have the world for my taking.
My reply:
Then perhaps my Lord, my King,
How would you like to follow me for a ride in the winds?
I shall bring you across places you’ve never been.
Places beyond your imaginations and dreams.
Then there and then, witness this song which I sing.
And when you do, my King, realize you’re only thin.
Realize that your grin is nothing more than an impending grim.
Hey, julius right? Thanks for the comments on my blog. Didn’t notice you had a site until I saw the link lol.
Anyway, you know ravingryan? I know him personally so I’m quite surprised to see his blog appearing here.
Haha yeah Julius! Dude I know RavingRyan. He’s Aenon what. Hahaha.
My site bo liao one la. Just for me to note down my once-in-a-blue-moon poems.