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<blockquote data-quote="Bhryn" data-source="post: 2964218" data-attributes="member: 36462">Breezes past and places there, amongst the notes, a simple reply:Children with their hearts of fireLift eyes to the rain and speak;&quot;Sorrow of all sorrows,&quot; cryingA rainbow shed with wishes meekAnd cascade as bardic songTo trenches set everlastingWhilst on their lips is faithless prayerFor horrors it may yet bring.They beat the tome with their handsChronicle their sinners and sinsAnd what they took in faith, betraysIn their heart of fire, a lie begins.Still, yet, they supplicate GodsPreach mighty words but lack meaningAnd with the hammer fall of smitingIn the dust written, a heartless keening.Dirge like on the lips of thousandsWailing in the dreams of the dead;The faith renounced that never existedBut a simple shadow in forgetful headAnd lie down their heads, lie downFor the dusk that always comes too soon,To sleep their sins away, and cryCry bitterly under the far away moon.Whereupon in the stars and shadesThey watch sadly those who still lieTo only themselves. Only their hearts of fireThat must waver, and wander, then die.Turning back the page of the NightThey turn away and sigh for the fateThe day when the doors will close forever,And so must the Eternal Gate.Of men and Gods alike, they lookHigh to the skies beyond with tearsIn their eyes, in their hearts of fireBound with cold iron straps of fears;And lie still with their faithless prayersForever, into the unyearning years.B xxx</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Bhryn, post: 2964218, member: 36462"] [i]Breezes past and places there, amongst the notes, a simple reply:[/i] Children with their hearts of fire Lift eyes to the rain and speak; "Sorrow of all sorrows," crying A rainbow shed with wishes meek And cascade as bardic song To trenches set everlasting Whilst on their lips is faithless prayer For horrors it may yet bring. They beat the tome with their hands Chronicle their sinners and sins And what they took in faith, betrays In their heart of fire, a lie begins. Still, yet, they supplicate Gods Preach mighty words but lack meaning And with the hammer fall of smiting In the dust written, a heartless keening. Dirge like on the lips of thousands Wailing in the dreams of the dead; The faith renounced that never existed But a simple shadow in forgetful head And lie down their heads, lie down For the dusk that always comes too soon, To sleep their sins away, and cry Cry bitterly under the far away moon. Whereupon in the stars and shades They watch sadly those who still lie To only themselves. Only their hearts of fire That must waver, and wander, then die. Turning back the page of the Night They turn away and sigh for the fate The day when the doors will close forever, And so must the Eternal Gate. Of men and Gods alike, they look High to the skies beyond with tears In their eyes, in their hearts of fire Bound with cold iron straps of fears; And lie still with their faithless prayers Forever, into the unyearning years. B xxx [/QUOTE]

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