Biography of Daegal
I am me. I am who I have become. Who have I become? Have I become at all? Was I ever born? I came to exist. I know I exist, somewhere between the real and the painless. It's like drifting into sleep, I know there is a point when the transition happens, but to pinpoint it is to rend in twain all logic. The sky watches over me, and I walk beneath as another brick in the wall. Another number. I hope, a number that no-one recognises. A number that is rarely seen. A number that is cherished by some, amired by lots, and criticised by most.
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Half The World
Half the world lives, Half the world makes, Half the world gives While the other half takes.
The Strange Tree
There’s a strange tree which lives near me, And this strange tree could not agree, That if this tree could ever see, A stranger tree it sure would be.
X And Y
You have no right to call me insane, you Can watch what I do, you can have your own Opinions, but you have no right to judge Me. I have stood here long enough to know
The Coldest Days Of Winter
They ran through the flowers, they say, They played all the hours away, They sang all the time of the day, They picked at the Summer’s display.
The Devil And The Mirror
As he sat, he bent his neck down toward A drenchèd floor and gazed with love abhorred Into himself, framed with black murk, he stared. The pool stared back, fiendish. There stooped, ensared
In Chimera Shall We Recollect: Imagea Fa...
At dewy morn’, there hangs a crystalline Intricacy, casually tempting Harmless flies into its morbid, frosty, Inescapable grasp. Devoured half-
O’ wicked witch, a secret death, Your local gypsy legend reeks, Curse us all in rotten breath, The light of the world coming down.
Hello Me, Tell Me Why I Am
Hello, you, who looks like me, Will you tell me what you see? Answer, please, my spoken plea, I wish to see my mind’s debris.
The Old Town in Winter, Sights and Thoug...
Dead. The Winter silence amplified by Muted objections from the misty ghosts Which prowled the murky streets like a cheerless Ariel. Stark murmurs of a twisting
As I climb into the sky, Who shall cower from my eyes, But the Earth and Sea built Heaven-high.
Orpheus And Eurydice
Orpheus, won’t you turn around? Spin your heels upon the ground, Gaze upon me, I’ll not wilt, And you ne’er will need faulty guilt,
Sins Of A Father
Locked away for uncertain time, Mindful of King Minos’ crime, In a tower that stretch’d high beyond, And hope of escape was something fond,
Ghost Of A Rose -or- As The Cherubim Lay...
When kneeling my way to the gate of a moon, When the captured stars did echo a tune, Mirrored cold in a radiant swoon, Which went for eternity.
Lucifer: Shaggy head bounced above a craggy and Sharp-toothed water line, sustained by moveless
Sins Of A Father
Locked away for uncertain time,
Mindful of King Minos’ crime,
In a tower that stretch’d high beyond,
And hope of escape was something fond,
But soon he jointly tied the plume,
Large and small, within the room,
He quickly made, of wax and thread,
A set of wings which proudly spread.