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
- The Strange Tree
- X And Y
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- Wicked Witch
- Hello Me, Tell Me Why I Am
- The Old Town in Winter, Sights and Thoug...
- Another God?
- Moonlight And Surrogate Rites
- A Requiem For Souls
- Ghost Of A Rose -or- As The Cherubim Lay...
- Imperilled Orb
- The Void Between Science And God
- The Fevered Moon
Sitting in a field of vivid, untamed
Flowers, deeply tinted in the sunlight,
Is a lonely soldier, clad in dirty
Warrior’s garb. Blood-stained blade beside him,
He draws in the fresh scent of wild pollen.
Strange, how something so beautiful can bloom
From the outcome of such a vicious War.