A Space for Reflections and Musings
Clean thy soul of purgatory, Thy heart lies corrupted, Mighty Power reigns supreme Within thy grounds of ambiton; Sweet Hatred doth take a stroll In thy garden of judgement. Veiled art thou, The world to thou is a folly. You harbour colossal desire, Thine ambition touches the Alps. Thou should die, tyrant! Thy blood should... Continue Reading →
The following dialogue is an imaginative piece on a young man and old man conversing on the state of their country. Wrought with corruption, the old man wanst to fight for what the land has given him. While the young man disheartened by circumstances seeks a foreign land. Enter a Young Man, Old Man Young... Continue Reading →
I hear no sound, no music profound, But the beatings of my solitary heart, A lullaby calling thus slumber, “Sleep, fellow, sleep.” A thousand sweat I shed, so did A thousand drops from mine eyes, To no avail I toiled, just to be With the beatings of my solitary heart. Slumber brings me to her... Continue Reading →
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