FIRESKY718
11-12-2002, 09:57 AM
For the picture: The Graveyard Keeper
In the graveyard of Zarose,the smell of the wheasin spreads out,accompanying the flowing melody of the lyre.All the spirites with surviving faith are wandering in the wind,forwards...backwards...leftwards...rightwards...losing their directions,while losing themselves in the grief.Far,far away on the planet,the legend of wasted time was said that one side of Zeus's balance was sinking quietly,when Momnon died under Achilles's lance,predestined to leave the eternal regret in the sorrowing city.The Ethiopian who were changed into the migratory birds by the Gods would fly to the bank of the Aesepus every year,waiting for their king everlasting,waiting for his roaming soul...Where does the wind blow?Does it know a restful place for the long tired souls?Being here,I am looking for the distant horizon over the mountain ranges,but in vain...
In the graveyard of Zarose,the smell of the wheasin spreads out,accompanying the flowing melody of the lyre.All the spirites with surviving faith are wandering in the wind,forwards...backwards...leftwards...rightwards...losing their directions,while losing themselves in the grief.Far,far away on the planet,the legend of wasted time was said that one side of Zeus's balance was sinking quietly,when Momnon died under Achilles's lance,predestined to leave the eternal regret in the sorrowing city.The Ethiopian who were changed into the migratory birds by the Gods would fly to the bank of the Aesepus every year,waiting for their king everlasting,waiting for his roaming soul...Where does the wind blow?Does it know a restful place for the long tired souls?Being here,I am looking for the distant horizon over the mountain ranges,but in vain...