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It came to me
    On broken beads,
Across the yoke
    Of foreign creeds;
In dim of wick
    Through work of shade
Did cast such burdens
    Natural aid.
A stroke to toll
    By guide of gears,
Remains so mute
    In shallow ear;
Willed at faith,
    Scorned from grief,
Sculpture molded
    Upon belief.

Silent tongues
    And crooked lips
Speak a’ truth
    Upon the crypt;
Hums brewed tart
    Commence so sweet
When cast aside
    The palest cheek.
Beyond the chasm,
    Within our chamber,
That song soft sung
     From time of manger;
On meter it lines,
     Unknown to rest,
When melody sprung
     Consumes no breath.

Sleepless stepping
     About those steeps
Is we who run
     Throughout the peaks;
Falling, Falling,
     Leaps and bounds,
Ignorant to the
     Upside ground.
Crashing back,
     Our hands do grasp
Across the heights
     That we must pass;
Into wisp,
    Wrasp the shore,
Against delusion
     All implore.  
Above onto,
    Make waves to pledge;
As bow they forth
    Their ruby heads;
Prayers of sting
    Shall sink each tide,
Letting loose
    Across the line.  

Thoughtless thrones
    On melting sky,
Aren’t risen by
    A Capon cry;
Yet from the throat
    Of welted cords,
Which bellows through
    The dipping moor.
Rise and fall,
    Beyond ones sight
Toe to toe,
    Give naught to fright;
Thou glaze ignites,
    Thoust twinkle suggest
Unto the sides
    Where ye must rest.  

Besides each step,
     Shattered in two;
Beholds its path,
     From old to new;
Grinding, Grinding
     Foot through stone,
Shall lead ye back
     Right to your home.
Above so high,
     Yet down so flat;
Reaching up
     To fall right back;
Upon the hearth,
     Sprout the stream;
Kindled flames
      Consume the mean.  
Key in notch,
      Breaks the state,
Swinging back
      An open grate;
Yet safest say
      The open door
Is nothing as
      To what’s before.
Blarney, this piece is not to appealing at the least. On a matter it took to long to far complete, something seems off with it as well. Yet, hopefully the meaning stayed with it mroe than some of the others. That, one can never be quite sure of. The basis behind it, is that of the meaning of death. Sort of like one of those stories you would read long ago, which would cast death as a messenger robed in black garments. Such is this, in its own image; but it deprives itself from the main cause and rehooks with a statement about explaining the situation that death delivers. Instead of going on to make "Death" a figure that can be understood, it tries to display the motions behind it in a type of setting. This setting of course is one motioned from the beliefs behind religion and self-conscience on the action of passing into another world. Of course, the ending to the life that we choose to lead shall always remain a mystery until the day it is delivered. Yet the poem works its way through to display the images captured by imagination, not truthfully what is.

The first area, which lines will go based as a stanza; runs its way to establish the first token behind death. Those four lines of, "Broken beads" to "Creeds" falls on the failsafe of religion. Speaking in tones that, "Death" came on the loss of belief, or on the lines that religion could not save the man. Broken beads are a resemblance to the "Rosemary" that of which is prayed upon once a night to some customs. If these beads were to shatter, or not be, death comes in the essence that faith no longer exist. Therefore, life would be without meaning. While, I do not follow religious standards, this is but a falling line that many of them have come to grasp. The "Dim of wick" line tries to construct the fabled play that "Death" itself has won over in the past line of years. "A stroke to toll" through the next three lines tries to get across one major point. Death itself is always near us, yet at a younger age we pay no heed to it. Thus, seeing it and hearing it means nothing to us. Shallow ear represents the younger age that has yet to become deepened by knowledge. "Death" itself is also a figure to faith, the opening into the "afterlife"; yet the average man scores its strides when it strikes one near themselves. Either way, it is built from those two emotions. Faith and grief make death what it is to your mind.

The next stanza tries to explain death in the essence of a song. Once again striking on the fact that it is a melody that follows us all through life. It's sung by those that have passed, echoed from the walls of their crypts where hear its tone, yet we don't quite understand the words behind it. From the time after we die, from the day we are born that song is always besides us. Even in death, the notion of it surrounds the body. As we are born into the material world, we must live with the notion of constantly knowing we to shall someday set off from wherever it was that we came. A song, such as death, needs not rest or ever stop. In fact, it can not be ended; in some way the death to all shall things will someday be delieved. No matter as hard as one may work against it, it will take some action against an item that one does cherish.

Moving onto the third longer stanza, this one undergoes an epic play upon the path of life. It does its best to explain us, or our lifes, as that of a stream that runs throughout the mountain tops. Streams can not leave the shores, they constantly keep moving foward to where they shall collect at the mouth. But, this poem takes a stand to something new. As the river in the mountain top keeps swaying, it shall come across the "Waterfall" to where it will plummet to the bottom. It will leave the heights of where it once ran and wash among the lower tides. This was set as an image to explain that while we are young, "High" we are in peace and pay no heed to the lines of death as explained. Yet, as we fall into the later years we begin to see what it can complete and we fear it. However, we can not escape it, we begin to see the downside of life and that it can not be changed. We will forever move foward, accomplishing what we can in the same pattern that others before us have lived. Thus the lines of wrasping the shore come across. These try to explain humanity as pleading for death, as wishing to leave the bounds of the natural. "The prayers of sting" is in essence here, rain. But, within the metaphorical since it is death, stinging the water. Hence the splash the pools it makes as the two collide. When water pours from the clouds, floods occur, washing the waves away from the stream. Therefore, death is the only way out of the never ending pattern.

Thoughtless thrones on melting sky would be introduced as the sun and the moon. They hold the only kingdom within the horizon. Yet, this line goes on to suggest that they aren't risen by the cry of a "Rooster". Keep in mind, that in stories and such the normal alarm clock of the days was the rooster. Imagine that such would cause the sun to raise. However, the poem goes on to change this outlook and explains the sun and moon as being risen by something much more rancid. This of course is explained in welted cords that shout across a sinking land. One might expect this to be the Raven's cry. Which of course, is what was headed for. This might explain the sun and the moon as risen and set by the call of Death. Which of course can be in a certain mind set. For when the sun sets, the moon rises. Therefore, one dies and the other is created. It's the same vice-versa. These two forces though never fear their death, they continue the pattern each day to fall beyond our sights once again.

The last stanza wanted to be created to help make sense of a certain meaning. The first few lines of the step are used to make sense that, no matter how long something is here, such as stone it shall break and erode away. Yet, the path is never really gone and its the only way to understand what once existed in the past. As we walk on these stones, one might get the sense that it is just they who are going home. In truth though, as the path is eroded away it returns to the earth from whence it came. Thus, you are sending to souls home. One to the actual thing, and one to where it was risen from. No matter how high one reaches, they shall remain someday down flat on their backs, such is said in the next remainder of lines. Going foward, unto the open gate; that of course is the gate to the beyond. The last line leaves with a stare of, "Dying, as sought after as it is, is nothing like life was it can never be understood".
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ITS FREAKING AWESOME.

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