A Thousand Graves Next Door (from Mythos)
A Thousand Graves Next Door
Give me thunder without rain
Strength to break this chain
A storm without danger
Passion without anger
I give you time to know
Exactly what you want--
Though anchorless
You remain in a dangerous harbor
Ignoring the tide
To hold hands with destruction
Refusing the ticket
To the journey you won't take
Fleeing from the horizon
Inland to deep night
Where there's no ocean
No starlight
In distant lands, fortresses fall
The horn of victory sounds
Though you're deaf to the call
Still you run today
But my gypsy blood is burning
I must be on my way
Blind to your path,
You remain unproven,
Sails never filled
To escape the harbor
Of a thousand graves
Sept.6, 2011
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