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LostAlice said to the red-dressed man whom she found one day, "Are you lost?""I've lost many things in my day, but I can't say I've ever had trouble finding myself
no I am not lost, but I have lost something rather important
but be gone with you! I can find it myself. I can find my way."Alice thought the man to be quite rude, and she decided to walk away , not caring at all where the man's way was."Are you lost?" Asked the man, stepping over to Alice."No I am not, but I'd be if you'd not follow me.""But I'm not. I'm following your shadow, and it is your shadow who I was asking. It seemed unsure of where it was going. Quite funny aren't they?""What are?" Asked Alice, her voice rising."Shadows of course." answered the man."I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about.""well that's a silly thing to be afraid of! I'll tell you what I'm talking about. I'd hate to cause you to be scared. I'm talking about shadows. They never quite know where they're going.""Shadows don
The Samaritan'sThe Samaritan'sI shan't cudgel my dignitywith fib, misguidance, or sin.It is my honor to be your divinity,and honesty,within;An honor, your kin.I am your blanket, swept vastly 'cross crossesyour herald in streets,Enveloping sheets, I beginI begin to travel, traverse, and convert.Conversing with earnest, my burdens still hurt.The people won't listen, they lead stray from my plea.Plead I go so, so on I go, heeding the me of your beauty.Please my affinity to be, your baroness.You look less like a baron with my being your guestHeading away, yet from you I went out.How can they dare to go out?!How can they let you be unspoken?How can they dare be without?!I'll be your voice, awoken.And yet they don't see me, or hear you, or my dress.Ragged in sheets which you clothed me in,hold me in,your divinity.The dirt they kick up, the fuss they kick up chokes me.The stress!I dressed in serenity, but fall over,and I hurt.No one stops to listen...No one sto
Love in Yaelic (cghicghaicghucghadashucghan)"Cghemencghoh, cghacghemen. Cghemen, cghihr. Rasjhamen, rasjhacgheben. Heben, bihr."(If I die, I'll die knowing you. Dying for you, I go. When I go, I'll go knowing you. Go with you, in my heart.)
Die For MeDie for Me.Go my grandeur, compose my bloodFor you, my every drop and hotNothing comes o'er my still led and naughtI'm long since lost, bled, of woeGo herald, call her in redSuffice to be sweet, bring her solaceHaven her bodice in her bedSavor her, where I can notOn darkened floors where I have bledBask her in your ownYours where mine, were mine divineAdvise to her, how lead me homeLove me back, I'd not be aloneAnd not, I'd tear my eyesScore the earth with salt and roseWeep, that I can't reap, that nothing grows to outshine you ripeNothing glows brighter, save the home I'll soon knowLo to my prose, hark to my verseYet be fed savior the words that I'd saidBy tears of love, my dear, in red -Jesse Frodelius