In a room without a window in the corner I found truth. From the Jester fool, we have come a full circle. What is there left to do but start over. With a song in her heart and a prayer upon her lips, she steps out of the abyss into the World. Let the journey begin anew; perhaps this time the prodigal child will find the way home. Who amongst us fear Judgement? Links to this post. Once in a while though, the sun breaks through the dark.

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One night they came to me looking for the beast, the Prophets of the Rose. They have come to slay the beast and the beast was here all along. Wednesday, November 5, 2008. Once I told a friend who carried such sorrow in his soul that we are like poets speaking a dead language; trying in vain to sound coherent to people who could never understand. In my head, I can hear them whispering poetry in a language that makes no sense to the lucid mind. I cannot help but se.