Once in a time the Lonely Alchemist,
goes out from his cave that is filled
with furnaces, bottles, and scrolls,
more precious than the philosophers stone
around his neck, is the lost love he can't forget
the one he lost at young age, the love
of a lady which is yet so far away.
Since she lef he sought for the knowledge
to he with her till the ends of time
she went to west and to there the Alchemist
traveled in hope to find her
she was not there, the to the east he goes
to search for her beloved one
the one he lost at young age, the love
of a lady who is yet so far away.
so long he sought for her,
yet every time he searched for her she always get away,
yet day by day he sought for her
the one who loves and its yet so far away.
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miércoles, 21 de septiembre de 2011
miércoles, 14 de septiembre de 2011
A Weird Dream While I Was Not Asleep
So long ago while my dreams were filled with dread
I saw the dead of my love augured all ahead
pain and dread I felt were replaced
by anger and rage. I shall beat Death.
Since then I search day and night
to found the way to win the fight
it doesn't matter if I'm fighting against Death
and all His might.
Three years since that night
I learned that I can never win that fight
cause my enemy was not Death but Time
the one who certainly put end to my rhyme.
Now I shall remain sat over this grave
for my skin now have gone and made me pale
my time run out long ago, and my hair also is gone
I'm sat over this grave, while my body lays
in the casket cold and dead, for ever more.
I saw the dead of my love augured all ahead
pain and dread I felt were replaced
by anger and rage. I shall beat Death.
Since then I search day and night
to found the way to win the fight
it doesn't matter if I'm fighting against Death
and all His might.
Three years since that night
I learned that I can never win that fight
cause my enemy was not Death but Time
the one who certainly put end to my rhyme.
Now I shall remain sat over this grave
for my skin now have gone and made me pale
my time run out long ago, and my hair also is gone
I'm sat over this grave, while my body lays
in the casket cold and dead, for ever more.
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