Dowry Maiden and They'll Bury You

TheMiscreant · Apr 30, 2006, 11:40 PM

I haven't posted anything in a while, so here are two treats for you.

Dowry Maiden

Man was born, with no name,
He lived alone in time of blame!

Woman came, set all to shame,
What must suffice, is all the same.

She weaved the web, of sudden death,
She placed it over his golden head.

So seduced, he became,
so reduced, so deranged.

He is under her spell still,
one that destroys his soul and binds his will!

Rolling thunder, it shall kill,
like the dowry maiden's iron will.

They'll Bury You

Morning, sunshine, noon again
Work late, eat late, sleeping in.

Daybreak, up late, alone with friends
Their names? Can't recall; Don't know them!

Seen them, known them, but not sure when,
They've changed, they've arranged, a coffin for him.

Buried soft, amid the warmth, of envy's sin
There it waits, and makes, the end for him.

Put him down, set him in, cover those eyes,
And begrudge him then!

He can't see, can't deem, what's happening when

Those, the friends, they make the end!

Falstaff · May 4, 2006, 11:16 AM

that reminds me of a David Gilmour song...
I like it..

Apr 30, 2006, 11:40 PM	#1
TheMiscreant DriverHeaven Junior Member Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Somewhere between Alaska and Hawaii Posts: 53 Rep Power: 0	Dowry Maiden and They'll Bury You I haven't posted anything in a while, so here are two treats for you. Dowry Maiden Man was born, with no name, He lived alone in time of blame! Woman came, set all to shame, What must suffice, is all the same. She weaved the web, of sudden death, She placed it over his golden head. So seduced, he became, so reduced, so deranged. He is under her spell still, one that destroys his soul and binds his will! Rolling thunder, it shall kill, like the dowry maiden's iron will. They'll Bury You Morning, sunshine, noon again Work late, eat late, sleeping in. Daybreak, up late, alone with friends Their names? Can't recall; Don't know them! Seen them, known them, but not sure when, They've changed, they've arranged, a coffin for him. Buried soft, amid the warmth, of envy's sin There it waits, and makes, the end for him. Put him down, set him in, cover those eyes, And begrudge him then! He can't see, can't deem, what's happening when Those, the friends, they make the end!

May 4, 2006, 11:16 AM	#2
Falstaff Old Codger Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: USAFA Posts: 19,048 Rep Power: 207	that reminds me of a David Gilmour song... I like it.. __________________ "Inspiration is always a surprising visitor."