"This long road is not my path.
It's not fit for strolling,"
Lazy feet walked his dusty road.
"I know you'll stay,"
He said, then mocked,
"On a 'garden path' I cannot see,
A beautiful thing to walk upon,
Beneath trees that wave when you appear, When you're near.
With little jests
That calm your frenzies!
He grinned before he chided,
"You won't live darkly in this world,
Separated from your greatness
You won't live, insensibly,
Doing nothing to help yourself."
Submitted by Nai'mah Combs
Tagged with: Voice of Elysium