Death was born to us that day, When our first parents did stray. Eden, no more, heard silent night, Since Earth’s invasion by sinful blight.
Tag: Poetry
The Princess and the Mouse
Like our lady, whom we find alone, And the unlikely help she is shown, If ever you find yourself in a tower Under the dominion of an evil power. For you, this tale of loss and love begins, Just remember to duck if a large tail spins.
The Tale of Little Tin Din
If a story of intrigue you desire; Full of bugs, service, and a bit of fire. Hear now this yarn that I spin: Call it the tale of Little Din Tin.
Terror
Scare me, please. Make me freeze In sheer terror. This is not error.
The Orbs of Heaven
Thou hast made me to behold Thy wonders. Thy fingers, the myriads of stars, Sewed into the fabric of the heavens. Thy hand hast not merely strewn those flaming hosts, For Thy intentional design is ever before me. No disorder exists in Thy nature, For Thou art Thyself, The Center and Fountain of Life.
Found
Approach the high bench. Arise, arise, Hear the charges of the Law. For thy debts abound With interest compound. Thou must cease to overdraw.