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EROS (DO NOT FLEE FROM ME) – Part 1
My adventure began upon this damp and chilling night
as homes of many lowered their shades to kill the light
and sullen souls lay down for bed -- so weary a sight!
Some common sense was telling me
I ought to follow suit in place of plight
While conviction -- that solid and shiny compass
melted away the color pale and heavy fright
But that night my plan was nothing more than this:
to find the house of that primordial god EROS no less
after Chaos, Gaia, and Tatarus he was born but for I --
as I for him this night --
my ambition would find the way
Eros, the God of Love and sexuality
Would show my path to the bride to be
Nothing more to keep me still so I fled into the frozen hills
upon a whirlwind, yes me the mere mortal like EROS I sped
Beating glittering golden wings upon the night's tempest
Heavy the burden of knowing
what must be and that fate of me
My brave beast carried on across
the barren wasteland and icy bog
The sad and frozen waters solemnly sang to me CHAOS
And through grey wood and sullen hills I surged forth ignoring fear
Though my eyes were slightly hidden – Monmouth, the light of Luna burned
It seemed to me humanity has just begun
to see the truth of life this night
Oh! Pity us as EROS must feel the greater --
that his bride was no less than CHAOS
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as homes of many lowered their shades to kill the light
and sullen souls lay down for bed -- so weary a sight!
Some common sense was telling me
I ought to follow suit in place of plight
While conviction -- that solid and shiny compass
melted away the color pale and heavy fright
But that night my plan was nothing more than this:
to find the house of that primordial god EROS no less
after Chaos, Gaia, and Tatarus he was born but for I --
as I for him this night --
my ambition would find the way
Eros, the God of Love and sexuality
Would show my path to the bride to be
Nothing more to keep me still so I fled into the frozen hills
upon a whirlwind, yes me the mere mortal like EROS I sped
Beating glittering golden wings upon the night's tempest
Heavy the burden of knowing
what must be and that fate of me
My brave beast carried on across
the barren wasteland and icy bog
The sad and frozen waters solemnly sang to me CHAOS
And through grey wood and sullen hills I surged forth ignoring fear
Though my eyes were slightly hidden – Monmouth, the light of Luna burned
It seemed to me humanity has just begun
to see the truth of life this night
Oh! Pity us as EROS must feel the greater --
that his bride was no less than CHAOS
-- // --
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