"My hovercraft is full of eels" and other hungarian dirties.

In English, shall we?




"

Ethereal wisps
Aether wasps
Flying out of my wrists
Getting out of my grasps






Thou shan't fail. Thou shan't flee.


(- No, not the last chance, but you don't want to wait, do you?- )


Indeed.


What's the reason, anyway? Time flows and engulfs everything in its flame, quicksands of the human mind... It's just an illusion, devoid of meaning  ( - but isn't life just the same?-).


" It shall be engraved upon thy very soul... " (- Until you bleed it or face it.- )




Defilers are in a haste, how can you be so quiet?




The dew is now drying,
please catch the flower
before it falls from the lair,
from the majestic Yggdrasil!




The poet once said that soulshards can be scattered in minds, toughts and words.
The poet was right.
The poet went mad.
The shards are never reunited, but remain as one for all eternity.




( -You are the bearer of  a newly cut shard. Please take care of it, M'lady. - )




"




First post in english! o/
 A metaphor for what's in my mind these days...
Well, no more Caffeine or Lord Byron tonight.






P.S. - Nordic Mythology, Valkyrie Profile, Poetry and Monty Phyton in only one post... AHUSAUHSAUHSA DURGS HOMIE.






Tonight's last Byron quotes:                                                                                                                              




" The better days of life were ours;  The worst can be but mine:  "





"The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd 
Must fall the earliest prey;
Though by no hand untimely snatch'd,
The leaves must drop away:
And yet it were a greater grief
To watch it withering, leaf by leaf,
Than see it pluck'd to-day;
Since earthly eye but ill can bear To trace the change to foul from fair."


 -  From: And thou art dead, as young and fair.






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