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'onely the lonely: high and dry ~ ready for just one more day among the living'


Fearful
old ballads
of times long passed by,
but lurking in shady
corners of our
mind.

Monsters
long dead
and gone still
leaving their traces all
over our bodies: scars that will never
completely heal nor
disappear.

This
is the stuff
that our heroes were made of,
their blood hot and sticky, with eyes seeing it all
fall down, raging, aging and turning grey,
but never totally
gone.

Buildings
once proudly standing on their own
surrounded by red roses, tall trees, banners blowing in the wind
and smoke curling above our shoulders, long haired heroes always ready
to strive and defend,
protect and
serve.

Gone forever,
not remembered or leaving any recognizable tracks,
but nevertheless still there
among todays corner-
stones and
guards.

This
we once
were, and see
what has become of us:
our eyes never fully
seeing and our
ears that hear
but don't
understand.

In
every act
we commit and
all deeds we do,
these songs are present
as if happening
now and
here.

Even
if we
were not aware
of their powerful teeth,
sharp claws and long nails,
these dragons of old
make us do what
we didn't
know.

All
our feelings,
thoughts and actions
come forth from these
depths of eternity determining all
there is and
ever will
be.

Even
though we
forget, they will
always be among us,
and will only come to
rest in peace if we honor
their influence and recognize
their force as equal at least
to our own choices,
possibilities and
wishes.

They are
alive today and
always will
be
...
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