"These quiet pulls, not a skip, not a halt
An extra beat where before silence danced
In the mind, stopped, floated, then wafted to
Forgotten plains of an absent mindset
Silent urges, calling out in the night,
Nothing but our seething subconsciouses
Begging, screaming “not one more day of this
Lightless nothing!” Where cold could be place warmth,
Where before were demons let symphonies
Be played, operas be sung, tunes of long-
Forgotten empires fill the starlit sky"
Ten syllables a line. Don't know where the idea came from, but damn, it was a good idea.
I used to make dragons, but now I make just about everything. Huge thanks to rob55rod and CamBen for their hard work on their part mods, which make my pastime a lot more interesting.