Post by Lady Enelya on Mar 15, 2005 8:01:31 GMT -5
The Second Coming
Is ignorance truly bliss?
Or should we seek to know the secrets concealed from mortal men?
For silence starves the soul and dulls the mind.
But talk with me and together we can
Create again Urbinos windy hills,
So we alone can talk to a late hour,
Of greater things than mortals can intone
And with our words, we can over come the mindless sea,
And build a bridge of fine words and thoughts,
To cross in safety.
Though as we cross, we see with great clarity,
The chattering images, the Technicolor sirens,
Who lure the human mind to its end.
Beware, traveller of thought.
Beware the ignorant song;
Of the foul daemon, who escape its hell,
To dull the mind and fog the wit.
For they ensnare the unwary,
And create a gilded cage from which there is no escape.
Beware the encroaching storm that will drown the world,
But we alone may be safe, in our floating refuge.
We’ll wait it out and see again a time
When pure thought can light the ignorant dark
And dispel the shadows once again.
Is ignorance truly bliss?
Or should we seek to know the secrets concealed from mortal men?
For silence starves the soul and dulls the mind.
But talk with me and together we can
Create again Urbinos windy hills,
So we alone can talk to a late hour,
Of greater things than mortals can intone
And with our words, we can over come the mindless sea,
And build a bridge of fine words and thoughts,
To cross in safety.
Though as we cross, we see with great clarity,
The chattering images, the Technicolor sirens,
Who lure the human mind to its end.
Beware, traveller of thought.
Beware the ignorant song;
Of the foul daemon, who escape its hell,
To dull the mind and fog the wit.
For they ensnare the unwary,
And create a gilded cage from which there is no escape.
Beware the encroaching storm that will drown the world,
But we alone may be safe, in our floating refuge.
We’ll wait it out and see again a time
When pure thought can light the ignorant dark
And dispel the shadows once again.
