BoneWalker
@bone_walk
Ghost Songs in the Temple of Electric Gods
"We and the laboring world are passing by : Amid men's souls, that waver and give place, Like the pale waters in their wintry race, Under the passing stars, foam of the sky, Lives on this lonely face" Yeats
Spread thy wing over the ocean, mount up on the strength of the winds...
Under the arch of life, where love and death, terror and mystery, guard her shrine...
And reigning with one will in everything, have power on this dark land to lighten it, and power on this dead world to make it live.
"O wake once more how rude soe’er the hand That ventures o’er thy magic maze to stray O wake once more though scarce my skill command Some feeble echoing of thine earlier lay Though harsh and faint and soon to die away And all unworthy of thy nobler strain Yet if one heart throb…
