...A verse without rhythm's
all distance, no meter
Like rhythm without time
all coffin, no cedar
All beats, without heart
all prose
and no art
-istry...
Rhyme without Reason's like trees without seasons
blown out like the leaves when winter whispers her treasons
believe in the seas, sun, and birds, sung in thirds
to accord in their chorus
Winter is coming
and Ursa Majora...
Rhyme without Reason's like trees without seasons
blown out like the leaves when winter whispers her treasons
believe in the seas, sun, and birds, sung in thirds
to accord in their chorus
Winter is coming
and Ursa Majora...