Ginger Beard
Lord of Altera
Ooohh you guis :3
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Poetry by Babus
- Thread starter Ginger Beard
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Ginger Beard
Lord of Altera
With the death of Babus, many things have come to my attention, like that this thread may never continue. Maybe his family could release works that he had not published, I don't know... we shall see.
But I will leave you with a quote by the amazing Lana Del Rey:
'I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.'
But I will leave you with a quote by the amazing Lana Del Rey:
'I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.'
Bronaparte
Loyal Servant of Altera
Ginger Beard
Lord of Altera
Uncorrupted...
It is here in which I lay
Confused and betrayed,
Trapped in the fortress which I built
Riddle with lost words and guilt,
The power begins to fade,
The over feeling emotion of dismay,
As my body begins to rot
Like it does not abide by a clock,
In my final moments I regret
That I had cursed my king, my son,
I hope I was not a threat
I love my son and once more, I am gone...
It is here in which I lay
Confused and betrayed,
Trapped in the fortress which I built
Riddle with lost words and guilt,
The power begins to fade,
The over feeling emotion of dismay,
As my body begins to rot
Like it does not abide by a clock,
In my final moments I regret
That I had cursed my king, my son,
I hope I was not a threat
I love my son and once more, I am gone...
