the rendezvous for evermore
-dulce et decorum est pro patria mori-
or so the poet Horace once wrote.
But now I must leave you here alone.
I have a rendezvous with the mortal star
that leads into the dark land.
Will you take my sword and Horace's words?
Take my hand into the battle for the Republic of the Grave.
.
.
.
speak to the dark angels
or so the poet Horace once wrote.
But now I must leave you here alone.
I have a rendezvous with the mortal star
that leads into the dark land.
Will you take my sword and Horace's words?
Take my hand into the battle for the Republic of the Grave.
.
.
.
speak to the dark angels
posted by DS Irvin at Tuesday, January 31, 2006
5 Comments:
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as dark as the devils arsehole and as poetic as byron. good on both counts!!
as dark as the devil's arsehole is deserving of its own post... just a thought
IV>>>ha ha. good point. maybe later.
Great post illimitable voices :)
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