Saturday, April 9

* *Reign of Flames * *

I am the power
From the embers within
I am the force
Of the motions of life

I am the rebirth
Of the light and shadow
I am the source
That life is drawn from

I am the prayer
To cleanse body and soul
I am the heat
To warm your frozen hearts

Earth.
Metal.
Air.
You shall bow to me!

Crowned with danger
Blessed destruction
But I am unscathed
For I was borne to rule
The reign of flames

Thus quoth Joie at 1:11 AM

Tuesday, April 5

* *Down by the Salley Gardens * *

Down by the Salley Gardens
My love and I did meet;
She passed the Salley Gardens
With little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy,
As the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish,
With her would not agree.

In a field by the river
My love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder
She laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy,
As the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish,
And now am full of tears.

- William Butler Yeats

Thus quoth Joie at 12:20 AM

Friday, April 1

* *Seven Stars, or Ariadne's Lament * *

I'm sorry I cannot love thee
I'm sorry but I've tried
Seven stars you gave me
Seven tears I cried
But for you I'll gladly die

Utterly pure they called me
Utterly pure I am
Mistress of the Labyrinth
An undiscovered gem

He came to kill my brother
Severed my only cord
For a ball of thread
For a magic sword

I'm sorry I cannot love thee
I'm sorry but I've tried
Seven stars you gave me
Seven tears I cried
But for you I'll gladly die

Fourteen down to seven
Seven down to one
Utterly pure was my young heart
Blind to the horned crown

My flight was a rebirth
My sleep, as a bride
My waking was my very death
For he had left my side

I'm sorry I cannot love thee
I'm sorry but I've tried
Seven stars you gave me
Seven tears I cried
But for you I'll gladly die

So gently you held me
So pure was thy love
You clothed me in thy bassaris
Took me to thy trove

There you made the sacred wine
Crowned by leaves of gold
You showed me how to laugh again
Thy hand for me to hold

I'm sorry I cannot love thee
I'm sorry but I've tried
Seven stars you gave me
Seven tears I cried
But for you I'll gladly die

I was not the only lover
But I was the only love
You could be lusty as a satyr
Yet gentle as a dove

But my heart is burdened
A brother's death, a lover's jilt
Betrayal to my country
How could I live with this guilt?

This guilt
This heart
Utterly pure
Tainted and stained

This guilt
This life
Undeserving
Of the love you bring

I'm sorry I cannot love thee
I'm sorry but I've tried
Seven stars you gave me
Seven tears I cried
But for you I'll gladly die

I'm sorry I have to leave thee
I'm sorry but please don't cry
Seven stars you gave me
Seven tears you cried
Seven stars now high up in the sky

Seven stars now high up in the sky...

Thus quoth Joie at 12:52 AM